living sculpture

Chance took me to Oregon State University this afternoon. Sights, smells, and sounds made 20+ years vanish. I'm still the same person walking around in this same body...just been doing it longer, I guess. My feet new the way and my soul relished each turn. College nostalgia at its best.

In a small grassy area where once I met with my feminist theatre class for a naming and claiming circle, this sculpture woven from living saplings has been installed. One can walk right through it, dwarfed by its scale and enchanted as a child at the sensation. How fitting.