Tangents…

tabletop loom, Edinburgh, Leith, Scotland

On Being Becoming….

Experience emerges in the midst of unfolding connexity, leaving us frantically grasping at, sorting out, and pushing away the creatures that envelope us. We pull thread after thread of experience into something recognizable, something feel-able, and in attempting to make sense of a world that has lured us into its chaos, we anchor ourselves with the affective patterns we inherit from the past, just long enough to orient ourselves to the possibilities of the present. We allow what-was to fade partly into vagueness, while what-is and what-may be is felt into unignorable-ness. This is Life. To feel the past in novel ways. To make what has been given here, to this moment, in this particular way, feel-different. What do we do with the things we haven’t felt before? The things that make us remake ourselves. The things that catch our attention, lure us into relation. How do we move these things around with us? I didn’t plan to emerge here, in this moment, just like this, but I will take it in and make something with it, make something of it. Craft myself something beautifully messy, with bits and bobbles that shake and celebrate the way all my mistakes, joys, and heartaches rush into each version of me. Always bringing the history of the world into me. An unfolding becoming of continuity. Just delightfully, painfully, unapologetically me.