When I sit next to a life sized chessboard and chess pieces, I have to wonder… can life be juxtaposed to such a game? Are we pawns and playing pieces that can think we are on top of the world, yet are only pieces affixed to a huge board game in the position of losing our place at any given moment? Why does life have to feel like a competition or a mindless race? Why is it so hard to get back into the game after we’ve lost? Why does it feel that we’re always getting played by this game of life? And most importantly… who is playing us?
Periwinkle Raindrops and Puffs
Have you ever seen raindrops fall up?
Periwinkle Raindrops and Puffs 