A winter drive beneath a rose-gold Wolf Moon, memories of parents, mountains and industry, questions of service and joy, and a quiet way of listening to life’s deeper cycles.
Those ticking clocks - they don’t even tick any more! Impractical to dispense with them and at the same time how do we connect with deeper rhythms and currents of change? - that’s a great question.
Beautiful.... conjured my own (false?) memory of block printed clocks from somewhere far away.
Memory is a tricky thing 💚
It was a glorious wolf moon. And yes, reminds us of what we should really be attuned to… as opposed to ticking clocks and scheduled appointments.
Those ticking clocks - they don’t even tick any more! Impractical to dispense with them and at the same time how do we connect with deeper rhythms and currents of change? - that’s a great question.