I’ve always liked falling — or rather, coming down. I’m forever leaping and jumping, just to feel that split second freedom of hanging in mid-air, followed by the intense rush of surrendering to gravity and coming back down. To the earth. To the ground. To solidity. But these are motions of the body. Falls of the heart, or the ego, or the spirit have always been much harder and, until recently, something I tried to avoid. However, more and more I’m starting to see it Rumi’s way; “The way of love is not a subtle argument. The door there is devastation. Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom. How do they learn it? They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.” So I’ve decided to throw open my arms and jump off every tall challenge in sight — and trust that I’ll learn to fly!

— heidi kalyani, 2016
from the *nothing is black and white* project: illustration created out of meditation with a single unbroken line