Rachel, walking in snow. Sewanee, 2013
What becomes what? Now there is this idea, and actually, for now, it’s greatest plausibility lies in possibilities, not certainty, of the soul never really ‘dying’, that it stretches across the multiverse. Well, here’s proof of some kind of eternity – I saw Rachel become the branches and the snow and all of that becoming her. And she continues. Timeless.