PASSAGE
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