Thursday, April 10, 2008


Originally uploaded by rod lewis
I hang in a balance between surface tension and gravity. A part of me wants to surrender to the pull, to fall and be absorbed. But I hang on.
Occasionally, I become too full of myself, and gravity overcomes the tension.

I fall.

But without fail, the wind comes from nowhere, gathers me up and carries me until I’ve shed enough of me to hang safely in the balance of my desire and the forces of my nature. I’m re-formed, reshaped, and held once again, trying with all of me, to reflect the one who holds me.