It is probably no accident that one of the mandalas I made at a workshop yesterday turned out to resemble the eye of a hurricane. But it was representing order out of chaos, how individual waves (like snowflakes, I suspect no two are exactly alike), create a regular pattern, and are a constant. Waves can be experiences, trends, mutations, but the overall impression is a comforting order.
A SHRIMP BY ANY OTHER NAME--
3 days ago