Stretching comes to mind today. A flexible helix stretches to infinity with the proper configuration. As a helix in the Trinitarian Matrix, there are moments of stretching, of pulling, of rearranging my shape. These stretching moments reveal the stuff of which I am made.
How flexible am I? How far can I be stretched before my rigidity cracks my composition?
Sometimes, I prefer all of my edges to be settled comfortably in a pile. But a pile of edges is stationary. I need the Trinitarian nudge that stretches my edges, rearranges my configuration, and moves me forward into a new place. There my edges can wait for the next matrical-stretching moment.
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