
The wonder of change. The upheaval of change. The awe of revolution. The tower bears witness to the process of burning something to the ground. Scorching the earth. It bears witness, honoring loss. There is a promise of possibilities here. When we experience bone-shocking change, we are given opportunities. What does possibility feel like in your body? Where do you hold grief/loss? What does it feel like to ask grief to move, to bear witness to it in self and others? What does change feel like in your body?
*image description/ invocation/ incantation
Gray-patterned structure with thick gray and red textured smoke billowing from the top.
Red and gold flames burning from both sides of the structure. A light gray line reaches from top to bottom within the tower. The ground is rich browns and stretches around and behind the tower.