This particular image, at first glance, elicits a subtle beauty...a gentle whisper brushing up against a listening ear...poised and ready to be swept away by the next gust of wind...or if you look more deeply into the image it may appear as fearful clinging, trying to hold on to something that gives the illusion of safety.
Are you holding on or letting go?
What would happen if you let go? I mean really let go of your tight grasp on life, people and things...let go of the familiar and that which no longer serves you?
It's a Delicate Balance...between hanging on and letting go.