Braiding the Shadows: Letting go, when light and dark entwine.

"There she stood, facing the light...."

This is where it starts. On the page, in the quiet, and with a choice to release what no longer serves the journey.

As I prepare to move these words from this notebook to the canvas behind it, I'm leaning into the unlearning. The clay is waiting. The palette is set. I'm ready to see how this 'never-ending river' looks once my hands start to mold it.

Stay tuned for the physical manifestation of these ropes.