2022

Tried some spiritual origami this year; luckily there was no shortage of paper.

You can't start folding without knowing your Source, of course,
so I took my time looking over the plane before it was sacrificed
to the creases and folds of Becoming:

Silken papyrus fibres, spun from the grace and chaos of the pandemic's first two years
and woven by THIS year into a sheet of strength and subtlety.

Years begat Source, Source begat Sheet,
and Sheet midwifed the perfect shape for my folding's unfolding: The Rose

I planted it in the communal space that friends and family share;
that sacred garden tilled by our hearts, minds, and spirits.

Visit it today and throughout the new year,
and let the forces that raised it - love, friendship, courage, and possibility - salve you.