Field Note: Giving Way

I find myself paying attention to edges.

Places where one thing gives way to another. Water meeting land. Wind moving through trees. Morning becoming afternoon.

Edges are never as fixed as they first appear. They shift with weather, light, and season. Relationships shape the landscape.

There is something comforting in that.

It leaves room for movement. It leaves room for change. It leaves room to notice.

~ Debi

Soul Trip™

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