10,000 FOLDED PAPER CRANES
Once upon a time, I wrote a novel. It took me 8 years and
upon completion a New York City Literary Agent asked for a copy. I
reread it again, decided it wasn't good enough and never sent it.
In 2006, I started folding the stacks of manuscript pages lying around
my house into origami cranes. Fast forward to the summer of 2010
when both my computer and my back up hard drive are stolen and the only
finished copy of my novel lives in 10,000 folded paper cranes, the shadow
of thousands of hours of work, the history of my creative journey,
remnants of a former self.
500 GLUED CIRCLES OF
Everything is made from the same 118 known elements. What if
all those elements were once one, just one giant Something.
Let's say That Something was an enormous sheet of glass but It
was lonely because It was all that Was. So it shattered, broke
into trillions upon billions of little pieces so it could
experience itself as infinite possibility; as a solar wind, a
ponderosa pine, a human being. And we're all just jagged pieces
of broken glass with our sharp parts that can cut deep, but we
can also laugh and love and bump into each other; find the
pieces that fit and hold onto those as best as we know how. And
with the fault line of experience, something shattered becoming
solid again can reflect the gift of light more brilliantly than
without, we need contrast to see, a shadow to rise from, we are
more beautiful broken.