Becoming. April 2025
Found this piece of driftwood on an evening walk on the beach. It has so many things to tell me.
It once stood tall and strong, part of a tree. Set adrift (the storms of life), it made it’s way over the waters, worn by waves, storms and time. And yet it survives – transformed. Now, new life clinging to the old- a host to life.
Then again, the barnacles cling on to the driftwood, like memories and relationships attach to us, shaping our lives. Some weigh us down, others define our shape. Nothing exists in isolation. We are a part of the whole.