Pulse, Pattern, Cycles (after 5 days of well keeping in the rain forest)
The sound of waves lapping and crashing day in and day out.
Sand art on the beach left by the ebbing tide, soon to be erased by the rising tide, day in and day out.
The bear sow birthing cubs every two years, teaching them which berries to eat late summer and where the salmon are running in the fall.
The salmon roe dissolving miles upstrearm in their sandy nest, releasigng the fries to work their way downstream. She transforms shape and form enroute to salty water. Siix years later in the vast ocean thousands of miles from her spawing ground, the birthing call beckons her back to the rough swim home.
The red cedar's long arc from seedling to mulch begins with 1500 years standing strong and still, covered in lichens and ferns, a sentinal, a guardian. At old age, this great being topples and begins another 1,500 year journey of decomposing, a nurse logs now for the fungi and seedings who root into the dark, wet mulch.

All of us kin.
Well Keeping this round became slowed down time to sink into this great fugue. I am at peace in the rhythms of my day, my cycles of living and dying, my one line of music in this wonderous work.
What a beautiful and evocative photograph, Barbara. Thank you