I am a failure in so many ways. Constantly feeling I have little to contribute and limited power to change.
Absorbing the pressure of media, ecosystem, friends, family, other dog owners, … I seldom feel free.
When I discovered this remarkable art piece by Rook Floro, I felt liberated. Wind moulding iron statues. And then this particular October day called for Jaques Prevert: Les Feuilles Mortes. I stand, and it feels right.