Change is always humming in the air and thrumming in the ground. If you listen long and low you might hear it through your feet, or feel it in your heart. The beat of the universe, a cosmic drum, the constant of all things. Seconds, seasons, aeons, none the same, all is dancing, sometimes swung around one turn in a year, holding hands with the sun, sometimes a thousand steps in a minute, tapping with the feet of bees who know where the sweetest nectar lies. But always and ever ready to move.
Art and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2018 using a reference photo by Andy Wade, with kind permission.