A Wednesday thought experiment.

Here's a Wednesday thought experiment:

What might it mean if our lives aren't lived in straight lines, from beginning to end? What if our lives were like ripples, past, present, future, all flowing into and through and around each other. Our present changing our past, our unseen futures rippling through our presents, all of it moving, changing, vibrating, in flux.

For the parts of us that want certainty, want things to be fixed, this might feel disorienting and challenging.

What else comes up?

Curiosity, hope, wonder, frustration, grief?

If nothing is as it seems, what might it be instead?