First: Why Agitation?
In 2013, a flood devastated the little mountain town where I live (Jamestown, CO pop. 247). My partner Glen and I were taking a walk to survey the damage. To our surprise and delight, we say multiple hanging baskets of flowers along the path of the flood, and all that it had destroyed.
We were gazing at the exploding color in the midst of the cement, re-bar, rubble and mess, when Glen said: ‘What a sweet little agitation that is.”
To me, being an agitator means creating a tiny tear in the fabric of what is known to let beauty burst forth. Being an agitator means tilting a known paradigm, shifting a perspective, and experiencing the world from a different point of view to see all that is hidden, waiting to be found.