On Not Reaching Despair
from Out With Lanterns
Do you ever look into the eyes of a dog and see, in its corner, the branches of a tree, then glance outside and spy the same branches, then look at the back of your hand to find the pattern again in your own pulsing veins and remember what you had momentarily forgotten: How very much you love the world?
The way fractals repeat across scales is somehting that stops me in my tracks every time. I had a similar moment last fall with frost crystals on a window matching the branching in bare oak trees outside, same geometry at every level. What gets me is how these patterns keep showing up regardless of what we're feeling, quietly insisting we're woven into the same fabric as everything else.
How gorgeous to feel that wonder! Thank you!