Standing in the flow of sticks, I wonder.
Where do we stand in changing conditions? Those ones that continually challenge our trust, our knowledge, and our conscience from the changeling aspects of human politics, ongoing shift in seasons and growing climatic impact of weather across our lands to the environmental pain of war across our planet?
Do we stand with the alignment of the never ceasing forces, the undercurrents of greed and fear that pull us into darkness? Or, are we more the driftwood amongst the watery currents looking like a Louise Nevelson sculpture of found objects, all in alignment with the flow of time, a passive resource waiting to reach the Ocean? Then of course, we could be the shadow play, the spiritual embodiment, that like a projection onto the physical realm is a reflection of the unending Universe?
