the cresting wave
. . . We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me. Virginia Woolf . . . AROHO rides a cresting wave. The embodiment of our anthem’s vision—to paint a new world where our room is the...
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AROHO rides a cresting wave.
The embodiment of our anthem’s vision—to paint a new world where our room is the waves—is transforming from metaphor to a crystalline, voluminous directive, shaping the collective work of which you are a part.
We honor your intuitive artistry in this moment and ask:
Which waves are rising for you?
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the cresting wave Nov 28, 2025
