The axis mundi, the world tree, the pillar of the world, the compass' center; supposedly this is the thing that connects the heavens and the earth—the umbilical cord of reality. But that pillar, our reality, our center, both as individuals and thus as a collective, is always shifting, or threatening to. It seems most of the time people walk about their daily affairs without any outward hint of just how radically their inner realities are quaking at their foundations.
For me at least, it feels you have to cling to your center with everything you're made of to keep it from being swept away.
"The trees inside are moving out into the forest,
the forest that was empty all these days
where no bird could sit
no insect hide
no sun bury its feet in shadow
the forest that was empty all these nights
will be full of trees by morning..."
—from 'Trees' by Adrienne Rich
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