Every leaf that falls never stops falling. I once thought that leaves were leaves. Now I think they are feeling, in search of a place – someone’s hair, a park bench, a finger. Isn’t that like us, going from place to place, looking to be alive?
Poem by Victoria Chang (Found this poem on a New York Subway train)
REFLECTION:
- Look at a leaf today. Is it just a leaf?
- How is that leaf like you today?
- Are you going from place to place looking to come alive?
- Observe… Reflect… Process