Occasionally my body follows my mind's endless pursuit and I wander aimlessly into realms where there is always something waiting.
There is freedom in letting go of time for a moment and leaving myself open to what may present itself to me.
The same path that I have walked countless times whispers the promise of a new song to fill my ears.
I try to make connections to a larger world that is beaming with life, possibility and grace.
I am often overwhelmed in these moments with how truly connected we are to the world, and I am aware of the arrogance inherent in any attempt to deny this, or more tragically, to ignore this.
Rare moments emerge where I finally let go, allowing myself to be "oppressed by the figures of beauty".
I look for patterns in things, where natural forces and creativity embrace in a sacred dance
I try to breath...