Primal rhythm forms the basis for all human expression and experience.
Think of the heartbeat, or the rushing water of the creek, or the rustling of the leaves in the wind.
Virgina Woolf offers this contemplation:
“I sometime think humanity is a vast wave, undulating…” she wrote.
“If life has a base that it stands upon, if it is a bowl that one fills and fills and fills – then my bowl without a doubt stands upon this memory. It is of lying half asleep, half awake, in bed in the nursery at St. Ives. It is of hearing the waves breaking, one, two, one, two, and sending a splash of water over the beach; and then breaking one, two, one, two, behind a yellow blind. It is of hearing the blind draw its little acorn across the floor as the wind blew the blind out. It is of lying and hearing this splash and seeing this light, and feeling, it is almost impossible that I should be here; of feeling the purest ecstasy I can conceive.”