momentarily in balance
then not . . .
May we all elarn to dance the shifting sands . . .
balancing dynamically from moment to moment"
Goddess of the the Arboretum junkyard and chipmunk playground . . .
she stands amidst rotting logs carpeted in moss . .
rusting oil tanks and old truck tires melting into earth . . .
a place out of time, out of mind . . yet completely present . . .