Some of us stand. Others stand upside down. Not because they have fallen but because they have learned to see the world from the inside out. While one reflects what is expected of her, the other hangs where thinking ends and feeling begins. The disco balls glitter the same. But they do not reflect the same thing. Maybe the flamingo hangs upside down because truth sometimes only becomes visible when everything familiar is turned around. Or maybe she is the only one who is actually standing the...

Forests follow structures. They grow in patterns, support one another, preserve what has proven stable. Sometimes a single tree is removed. Not because it is diseased. Not because it is weak. But because it does not fit into the existing order. A tree that grows differently draws light to itself, changes the balance, makes visible what would otherwise remain hidden. It does not fall because it is wrong. It falls because its presence would require change. Afterwards, the forest appears calm...

The wolf does not stand for wildness alone. It stands for movement without arrival. Its fur is unkempt, grey, marked by battles that were not won, only survived. Scars tell of paths taken too often and yet never leading to a destination. Before it lies an open book. No story being read. No truth that can be held. The pages are scratched, torn open, like traces of teeth and claws. As if something tried to hold on and left nothing behind but wounds. The wolf does not stay. It does not linger in...