A pattern a path a process
Life doesn’t find a way, it is the continuous finding of all ways. It is pervasive, libidinous, which means it’s constantly looking for an outlet. A way to express itself in every possible way. It plays & displays, flows & decays. Yet is never the same. Like the surface of the ocean, it is always rising & falling. Coruscating in a sensual dance within itself. It is never not the ocean, never not itself. Even though it can embrace any shape or state. A momentary gesture held, then released. We are all part of this process, an intimate expression of it. The pursuit of lasting things is a false cause. A consuming wish for certainty, for the security of sameness . Yet in truth, nothing can be held indefinitely, it’s running through our fingers. So stop trying to pull her back. She only knows how to dance. And is always inviting us to follow her Rhythms, cycles & seasons. Which are always being threaded & looped through our own lives. Everything is in a continuous state of arrival, of finding its place, settling in and getting ready to leave. If we accept this, stop resisting this. Then we will find purpose in process. Realise that relationship & it’s call to creativity is our way to reveal the meaning & magic in our lives. And an invitation to become a more bold, a more beautiful you.