"the mundane to become music. the stillness to sing. fear to frolic."
the rhythm of that section stopped me. you're writing about something enormous — the whole architecture of belief — and you're doing it lightly. that's harder than it looks and i think it's the point.
"real truth is prismatic and crystallic" is the sentence i'll be sitting with. not because it resolved something but because it named the shape of something i've felt without having the word for it.
thank you for walking with, not leading. that distinction matters.
Shadows in darkness can reveal so much truth. Makes me think about how we can use our senses to make it through the darkest of shadows and maybe the truth will find a way to reveal itself…
🫂 makes me think about a shadow being the absence of light. Bounces off the thing that interfered with the light and casts a different form of the same object.
I was always playing with the angles, like the shadow would be sooo tall, or be so short when the sun would angles against the ground and show us the long and short of it
Shadows are so fun to play with. I used to watch them on my ceiling when I couldn't sleep. The light would come in from outside and cast shadows from the trees beside the window.
Imagine growing up with a candle light flickering from a draft or imperfection of the wick or wax building up causing shadows to appear and move across the room…I imagine the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe being written in this space.
I remember how I would morph in other beings using shadows..
Thanks for the spectrum of your thoughts. From coherent light, laserlike to the prism showing white light is indeed the 🌈 The Shadow knows and is whimsy about it all.
"the mundane to become music. the stillness to sing. fear to frolic."
the rhythm of that section stopped me. you're writing about something enormous — the whole architecture of belief — and you're doing it lightly. that's harder than it looks and i think it's the point.
"real truth is prismatic and crystallic" is the sentence i'll be sitting with. not because it resolved something but because it named the shape of something i've felt without having the word for it.
thank you for walking with, not leading. that distinction matters.
What a beautiful way to explore, express and show your inner truths and you support us finding ours . Thank you Steph 🧡
Thank you so much for sitting beside me in this moment 🫂
Shadows in darkness can reveal so much truth. Makes me think about how we can use our senses to make it through the darkest of shadows and maybe the truth will find a way to reveal itself…
🫂 makes me think about a shadow being the absence of light. Bounces off the thing that interfered with the light and casts a different form of the same object.
I was always playing with the angles, like the shadow would be sooo tall, or be so short when the sun would angles against the ground and show us the long and short of it
Shadows are so fun to play with. I used to watch them on my ceiling when I couldn't sleep. The light would come in from outside and cast shadows from the trees beside the window.
Imagine growing up with a candle light flickering from a draft or imperfection of the wick or wax building up causing shadows to appear and move across the room…I imagine the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe being written in this space.
I remember how I would morph in other beings using shadows..
I think we played the same games
Thanks for the spectrum of your thoughts. From coherent light, laserlike to the prism showing white light is indeed the 🌈 The Shadow knows and is whimsy about it all.
Thank you, Mark! 🫂
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I loved this!
Yay! So glad. Thank you for sharing the love. It's such a long overdue step. Excited to walk through the door.