You cannot ruminate mid-plunge. The nervous system doesn’t have bandwidth left for anything but the here and now. That’s the same demand Ripples makes of love: not a state you ease into, but a shock you enter fully, which is precisely what clears the noise and tells you, unmistakably, that you’re alive in it.
Seven shells, seven unreachable worlds — and what the chiton’s falling-apart armor knows about what really holds a life together.
The comms officer of the winter woods. A palm-sized bird with a sky-swallowing voice, and what the flock that trusts it knows about courage.
Attention is a nervous system state…a rehearsal of presence in relationship with the world.
What a deer can teach us about the difference between fear and suffering.