I sit here, – l. Untangling a set of light catchers. Sun-catchers. I wonder if gravity can untie knots

• the water is? Cold! (The apartment complex needs to fix it)
• What is life – but a knot?
• How many have sat here before me? Untangling a mess of wires, retracing – following

It makes me wonder. How the tresses of life, weave and wrap around such beautiful patterns. Objects. a string that holds an object. Catches light. Refracts and bedazzles ✨ we wonder how we get to where we are now. Hopelessly? Aimlessly. Treading forward.

There is delight in a knot, of following – untangling it. Finding its origins. Following and weaving. Unknotting. In certain instances a tiny – unfixable knot. Beyond all try and wound so tight and tiny. Changes the trajectory of the entire path. Sometimes unnoticeable – sometimes sets the wire on the direction of an obtuse angle!

Unfixable, wound too tight for any hope of undoing.

Are there things like this? That happens in our lives? A tiny gesture. A smile? A sentence. A whiff of a moment that sets our lives on a completely different trajectory.

I muse at a knot

Ponder how maybe our lives are meant to be messy

That there’s beauty in that.

Sometimes unchecked it grows monstrous and all consuming.

Sometimes we become aware. Control the trajectory – and it becomes a braid? A pleat

Is this what the Celtics thought of when they gave such meaning to knots?

That somewhere, the universal meaning of a knot is divine .

In geometry, and.

Direction