I’ve been struck once again by how we hang our identity on whatever the most prevalent hat is that we are wearing. The wood in this piece is full of holes, which represent the experiences left by the departure of the multiple identities that we shed over the course of a lifetime. With each loss or change of role, we are left with a funny nakedness or temporary void. Our strengths and weaknesses need to be analyzed once again, and put into some structure for future consideration. Free of distraction the renewed awareness that we are the sum total of whom we have been, presents itself front and center. So now, all that is left to do is wait for new direction.
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