Dear friends and followers,
As 2020 unfolds its January days before us, the year takes shape in a way we humans must decipher, record and register the world. In blocks of time, blocks of identity/identification. Boxes, tags. Trying to keep all the oozing liquid stream of life in some kind of regularity of conformity.
We can’t. In essence, we can’t.
Days are born in light and fade in darkness but the substance of each day is a great unknown. Only our kindness or our cruelty will register any kind of trace in each and every life.
What a different perspective early morning tea, with a soundtrack from Celer give the quiet sunrise dawn…