Life happens in cicles
as the world gets darker I see my shadows
Nature repeats itself, and so do I.
the years, months, day and night, the seasons, the moon, my own cicles
fall more then any season means this to me cause
I feel the loop, the cycle—i guess we all do.
life that once was attached to the tress goes now to the ground, and there is freedom in letting go
but letting things go is not easy, let a project die, a relation, sometimes even a dream must die too
and in this moments i fell and fear the ending.
As winter approaches, we have the tales of the Spinnerin here in Germany. These stories work with the cycle of things. You've probably seen them in many movies and cartoons—the power these spinners possess, their knowledge of the future, our lives, our destiny. It's a time when we remember the movement, the cycle, the woman behind the machines, the being behind the doing.
They understood that the only thing that suits us well is the wheel, the movement, the cycles themselves.
I always learn a lot from nature, if nature can endure such contradiction
so can I.
I have learned that repetition is so natural
if there is no tension, there is no movement
the earth spins and we can still feel steady here, grounded
even if we feel stuck, even if we stop
the movement is always happenning
even in the shadows, there are colors
and there are hands behind what we wear, what we eat
there are so many stories still to tell each other
maybe thats why I celebrate death and endings
destiny that happens now
I fell i can be fantasy
and fantasy empowers me
as I am every leave that fall
or every soul that is free
or the birds that migrate,
I am something very different that I imagined me to be
but I do exist, I believe it. I was and I will be.
