We live our lives habitually, like breaths that enter and exit our bodies, most times without notice. Looking sometimes without seeing, not feeling what our bodies sense or what our minds reveal, living in automatic polite past the blooms of flowers, and puffs of clouds. So quick we are in moving on, tasking in unison to the tick of the clock.
How we live is the story we tell of life, living and who we are. How we live is the energy we take when we leave our bodies. We collect and create as a means to savor, a way to slow the hurling of time, making sense through beauty and the creative endeavor. Beauty is a storyteller, a mirror and window, if only we stop, not to look, but to see.