'Let the sky take hold of your breath' Original Artwork by Agnes Becker (2022)
You're in a rush when you see it. The painting.
It's morning and you need to get somewhere and the kettle broke so you didn't get your tea. And you'll probably be late. Again.
But as you run down the stairs, you see the painting in front of you and for a moment you stop and begin to melt into the ancient world beneath - the world that is always there. The world where you feel alive and full of wonder and creativity.
And in that moment you can almost feel the cold wind on your face, almost hear the rush of wings as birds gather in the winter sky. The murmuration begins to move and swirl and dive, a thousand wingbeats fluttering, together. Like the mutter of pages turned in haste. You are transported to a moment, a moment not long ago and also as old as life on this earth. A transformation takes hold.
You take a deep breath and carry on - heat on, coat on, boots on. The panic in your body replaced by the starling murmuration swirling in the wild, untamed places of your mind - a remembering that you are nature, you are powerful and beautiful and full of wisdom. You are more than enough. You belong.