Change is in the air…I hear the beating rhythm of snow drops melting slippery down the rugged roof. I am inside. Staying warm, sleeping deep, slowing dreams. The season of winter turns me inside out. Returning to myself I reflect upon what has been and what I hold dear. Within this heart of winter – deep within the spiral – I sense the pulse of unfolding – a pooling potential not yet formed. When I ponder unfolding to manifest into the larger world around me beyond my local senses deep into cyberspace I see demolitions and dissolutions…flesh crawling images that leave me holding my breath – against such pain. Yet I imagine myself as the forest capable of composting that which has been; to nourish all that will be.
My ear tuned to call and echo responses from near and afar – the deep longing that syncs in rhythmic pulses within my cells – dissolving, restoring, and re-awakening.
The times are urgent – Let us slow down ~ Bayo Akomolafe