Our lives carve shapes in the universe. We fill shapes over time. We are shapes.
What is the shape of a given moment? Of a life?
Deep time tells us that we can never fully appreciate the shape of a thing, for it will grow and change again and again, carved by glaciers, flattened by stone.
Perhaps the greatest shape of all is the one that refuses containment. Breathe in.
Start close in,
don’t take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
you don’t want to take.
Finding the path that seeks to be found
A few months ago, I posted a little piece titled Elevations. It was a mostly spur of the moment introduction to one of the things I tend to think