Finding connection

The last oak leaves clinging to a twig before they fell.

Last week’s word was connection: from the Latin connectere, meaning “to bind together.” It began as something physical: tying, linking, fastening, and has grown to describe everything from relationships to any place two things touch.

I’ve been playing with acrylic and watercolour inks this week, wetting the paper and dropping inks and letting them find their own connection. I love the randomness of what happens – serendipity! (to quote a previous word of the week).

Out in the landscape, connection feels even more tangible, everything touches everything else. I was very drawn to leaves, the last leaf, still hanging on, in connection with the branch. And trees growing so close together it was hard to see if they were in fact one.

In times when the world feels fractured, tending to connection, with people, place, and purpose, feels like what we need.

Creativity, like life, begins the moment we remember we’re not separate.

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