It feels like such a profound privilege to change. To survive long enough to look back and acknowledge the mistakes, the missteps is a sign of your own vitality and evolution. But it also requires the safety and freedom to acknowledge those mistakes without the fear of being defined by them.
In Taos, a wintry cycle of water, from air to ground to stream and back. The suspended, frozen ice looks solid, stable. But it's not. Everything is always moving, always changing. The ice is either freezing or melting, never just static. And you--are you freezing or melting?