The Spiral Returns

2026, Photo

We are spinning in the galaxy, of that there is no doubt. Never over the same place.
Perhaps we relive ideas, sensations, moments, but each time from a different place, lighter, clearer.

Life tests us to see if we have already released what the clan carried. Or we test ourselves, to discover that this time we can move through it differently.
With joy. With gratitude. With our feet on the ground.

I am in Poland. The land of my grandparents, the one they left in fear.
I am here in peace.

I left a spiral in the forest of Krakow, made of pine cones. There were so many that I felt filled with abundance.

At times I thought I was bringing order to the past. Surrounded by trees and little birds.

It was a ritual. To release. To order. To give thanks.

Free from the need for fear. Free from the need to escape.

I am free.