These ruffled flowers are, of course, not flowers at all. Seaweed grows in an utterly alien garden, in an oceanic world that few of us even visit and where none of us can live. And yet seaweed appears on the shore, a messenger to remind us of the beauty of worlds that we will never know.
What has come to you from a world beyond what is familiar?
It’s always terrifying to launch yourself into the unknown, to experience freefall as the familiar slips away. What can make that experience of falling exhilarating, and not simply heart-stopping, is knowing that you are connected to an anchor—a person, a belief, a sense of self—with an unbreakable rope.
What serves as your anchor when you feel you are falling?
