practicing the pastoral

Where are the edges between present conditions and future possibility?

The work of sowing potential into existence is on those edges, in those beds, upon this earth.

Bleeding, painful, raw edges.

Restorative, transformative, generative edges.

Can I lean out over precipice?

Knowing I am rooted deep, knowing the hands of others holding me safe, knowing the hands of my selves grasping tight

Scaffolding, holding.

Where are we in flow and not simply reflexing in fear?

Where are the edges from which you sing?

Where are the edges from which I am?