Even the sky

Playing in the resonance of effect

Continued exploration emerging from the essay, “Be the effect.”

Last week I took a slow, meandering path from here to West Virginia, allowing the rain and the mists and the fog and the drifts of heavy clouds to cleanse me along my way. It felt like a necessary ritual. To not see the expanse of sky too soon. To let it weep and hold me in its tears.

I arriv…