Where seeing becomes sensing becomes saying. Forever becoming. Forever unfinished.
Welcome to the Temple
Here, noticing is the first act of worship.
Nothing is rushed into meaning.
Images stay open, and questions outlast their answers.
You are at the threshold. Three doors. None false.
Step in where you are called.
Transformation requires attention and accompaniment. Ingredients, temperatures, pressure, precisely calibrated, in the right order. Questions deepen. Lead, in its own time, becomes gold.
Before the temple. Below the crucible. She is alive and breathing. Holding us. Sustaining us. Weaving us into the web of all life.