A frisbee?
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1 min readMar 8, 2017
I had a vision of tossing the wreath into the centre (the centre of what I don’t know) like a frisbee, watching it’s spin and arc — smooth and fast, before settling onto the lush dew-laden grass. A provocation; an invitation.
Consider the wreath, the circle, the un-finished sphere. The within and the without. Our place for dreaming, learning, noticing.
Is the wreath our talking stick? Our talisman? Our witness?