This tapestry I possess, these memories I carry and the moments I still crave are mine alone to wrap up in and treasure. They keep me warm at night. They wake me in the day. They compel me to marvel and contemplate my being.
Read moreThe Cellular Level
We are the flowers, we are the fruit. We carry the weight of life in our bodies. It is cellular for us: the nurturing, the growing, the blooming - that is our legacy. We can’t deny it even when we try. We are given to growth, given to hope, turning our beings toward the light. There’s so much to do and yet there is no need to rush. Time is a constraint built by men. Life unfolds at rates we can’t begin to understand. It is a dance with unseen forces that encourages our presence in the moment. Over and over again we meet it with as much grace as we can muster. Sometimes we meet it with a fiery flame built on the matter of things that must be released.