Where do we begin?
A question of where. But to continue, how. How?
There is no where in continuing. It is flow. Liquid.
A few days ago, there was snow.
I love this image. The built, the not built, the going through.
I can work with this I thought.
Where do we begin?
A question of where. But to continue, how. How?
There is no where in continuing. It is flow. Liquid.
A few days ago, there was snow.
I love this image. The built, the not built, the going through.
I can work with this I thought.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
