Ancient becoming is a song line. We are the threads. The musical notes. The silence and the listening. A remembering.
Threading possibilities within a new yet ancestral tapestry.
Our ancestors are to be acknowledged for the beauty and the struggle they experienced.
Yet there is something older than what we know or remember and it is an ancient song, that ancient practice, the ancient geometry, an ancient way of listening that is the present always. It is here and calls us forward to our magnificent becoming.
A node in the expanding mycelia of consciousness where the ancient worlds and ways are finding fertile gardens and waterways that whisper of such rich discovery, if we allow ourselves to pause.
Listen. Imagine. Allow.
Becoming:
“The notion of becoming holds within it inherent growth, change and transformation. Who we were, who we are and who we are becoming all exist at once inside this process: To recognize our becoming is to recognize where we are located across place and time”.
