We tend to think of movement as getting from A to B. Or of getting better, moving away from what was undesirable.
Yet here in the valley, water and the unrooted more-than-humans are the only ones who display movement like this.
Others demonstrate their aliveness by blossoming like the overnight eruption of white hawthorn flowers along the tree line.
Or bending with the wind.
Movements that are harder to capture in a single moment.
We have become rigid in our perception of both time and movement.
What would happen if we loosened up and flowed more?
Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿
~ It was impossible to convey the delicate flickering of the petals of this Ribwort Plantain in a still shot. I wish you could have seen it…