A Note to Humanity: Reflections on the Illusion of Isolation
I took this photo a year ago in June along my little trail in the middle of a rainstorm that felt as if it were created by the clouds in my own heart.
I took this photo a year ago in June along my little trail in the middle of a rainstorm that felt as if it were created by the clouds in my own heart.
It might be helpful to remember to breathe–that this too is life. It is sketching lines, and erasing lines and building a map of the forest floor of your work that is much more than regurgitated information consumed in haste, and is instead an embodied and relational process full of growth, decay, and regeneration.