Lift is created by the onwards rush of life over the curved wing of the soul.*
It is by becoming increasingly complex that the self might be said to grow.**
Complexity isn’t heaviness.
We follow our curiosities,
Alchemising these into interests and pursuits and processes –
The kinds that change us in the process:
We were living the process as we created it.^
Complexity is more heightened definition –
Me being more me,
You being more you.
And with it a lightness that shapes each life differently,
Forming each more purposefully,
That purpose being a graceful arc
through the bright but also the
And sometimes it feels like
*Robert Macfarlane’s The Old Ways;
**Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi’s Flow;
^Joseph Jaworski’s Source.