The full flush of spring, with rain showers, changing clouds and shifting light. We step into Wordsworth’s territory for the latest installation.
What do we hope for? What can we be brave enough to hope for? And how then do we follow up on that? When does a shared wave of hope translate into action?
the May morning air is thick with the constant conversations of birds
and the hidden memories of trees
Read more about the installation of the May Canvas and some musings on memory of hope in the blog here.