Liminal.

It's Autumn. The season of constant change. Nothing stays the same for long. I feel it. I feel liminal. Between. I'm learning to hold things more gently. To explore what stings and then let it go. I don't feel anywhere or like anyone in particular, not defined, nothing definite. It's incredibly confusing and exciting at… Continue reading Liminal.

Endless Rhythms…

I stay a while, watching petals give up their reaching, one by one. Somewhere, a cliff cracks open, rocks fall. A tree sheds its bark. A fire turns breathless. Everything revealing then ending itself, as if for the first time, as if for the last time, over & over. What now? I wonder. What now?… Continue reading Endless Rhythms…