There I was, lying on the cold floor of my studio. Fortunately, warm rays of sunlight streamed through the skylight, softening the experience. The fading pink rose made me think of impermanence. How easily we sometimes forget to dwell on the present. Now I feel free; let it be what it is. My body may wither just as well, while at the same time realizing that what is here right now, is more than enough
‘Grounded’ 2025










