Responding to the myth that it is mortality and we are all Alien, but still posed and poised for the next chapter. An open page, white paper, no words yet.
The switch goes down, we move on. Open the big door, new world. Fresh air gushes in we are all blown away by change. At last the cobwebs blown away spiders are lost flying into open space then grass or fence join to spin new webs. Like life the plot thickens we say hell and then we go vulnerable that’s evolution the beauty of not knowing again and again…