What Truly Holds Us - on self-organization and softness

Just What Holds, 2026

Last night slowly returns to my morning.

I slept.

That makes all the difference. Sleep repairs without effort.

Sometimes waiting is the work.

You only notice balance when it is lost.

Like a house of cards, you may collapse — yet one night can be enough to feel steady again.

The body has rearranged things.

Everything suddenly feels easier.

This week I booked a small holiday house.

Someone dear to me was told that the cancer has, for now, receded.

You do not postpone a moment like that.

“As long as you are alive, you can act,” my mother said.

After that, you cannot.

For her, that was where waiting began.

So when do you wait?

And when do you move?

When is a work finished?

When do I add another thread — or disturb what is already holding itself?

Look at the small wool spheres in the image.

They gather. Attach. Lean into one another.

Self-organization is an elegant way to become into being — without coercion.

Like sleep reshaping the body.

See.

Feel.

Act — or refrain.

A work rests when it can hold itself —at least for a while.

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