I ask and an answer comes: don’t force the light, don’t stare straight into the sun, close your eyes and let the sinister earth breathe through you, let the stubborn stones speak, millions of years and they didn’t shrink, crumbling is another way of reorganizing yourself, eroding is another way of smoothing rough edges, listening to the tides, waiting patiently for the day when this low berm becomes a tall cliff overlooking the wide ocean.












