In early concussion recovery in 2020, a brain was one of the first things I painted. I dripped red into it, imagining the bruise that had bled through my own. Then brushed a single green enso (the Zen circle symbolizing meditative absorption) around it, to invoke healing. It’s not lost on me that these portals at times resemble brains. At other times they resemble galaxies, whirlpools, wounds.

In every case, they anchor a frequency of a central complexity held and reverberating within a surrounding field — which is often what it feels like to try to sense something ephemeral which might be (like a portal) an opening to transformation.

In life, it may be the moment you allow yourself to witness a thought, actually feel into an emotion, or open to consider a possibility you had not glimpsed.

Enter that new complexity? And everything might change.