a view of still

Here are a few of the images that helped visualize this record…

And in the deep - the breath that I feel

Under the ice, where breath becomes slight and hidden, there’s space in the stillness. Change unfolds and expands at its own pace. In the aftermath of loss, when you finally cross over the breach, there’s no turning back. The ice loses its grip. The sun breaks through, even in winter.

Time heals - yes…but no.  Beauty heals. The silent harmony of underground roots communicating with each other.  There’s a whole world moving and reaching under our feet. Unreadable maps that are felt through the rhythm of roots and water. We are held together by this rhythm. Every time we walk barefoot on the ground we’re part of the system. The constant hum of trees, wind, grass, dirt, rain, snow, and rocks, give us a melody as we move. Even in the quiet of winter, with our shoes on, the spiky crunch of snow makes music. It’s like hymns heard through the colors of stained glass, harmonies lifting and holding our emotions or, angry guitars bouncing off the walls and bottles of a crappy bar. It doesn’t matter where you find the sound, but that you find it and let it give you what you need.  It’s all ok.

IN THE NIGHT, IN A WAY SHE’S HAUNTING ME……