Bodies
Body of dreams Body of water body with knees body can wander body in me sees a body in you somebody, anybody to remind me it's you
Clarity, confusion, and community (part III)
Clarity and confusion meet for afternoon tea, neither trying to change the other, just there, so abruptly, lacking apathy. They talk money, they talk comfort and belonging, seducing the other into not believing a thing, trusting a simple beauty. The idea of community seemed so far-fetched, the only thing left was an internal stretch of desire, an eternal longing with a moment sure to not last, an intimate moment with chance, or perhaps choreographed for an unforgettable dance. In the end, nothing had really changed, yet each walked away with something new to reflect, deferred the forensics and returned to where it all began, with plenty of money in the bank to invest in the community.
Idea for impact
I don’t have a single idea that glows like no other. I’ve developed, and continue to develop, an approach that generates ideas like no other. It’s not an aim to be unique or different either, it’s simply a discovery process for what I know to be true and authentic, in whatever shape or capacity it may take in any given moment. I don’t judge the content or analyze ideas to death, I simply watch and allow the unfolding to express its narrative, in its own way. It’s a testing method to see which ideas remain loyal and feel impactful.
Butterfly meets the pavement
We've all heard about the rose that grew from the concrete. This is the story about the butterfly that nose-dived onto the pavement. After a refreshing swim in the lake, I was ready to eat. Under a clear blue sky, a scorching sun pressing onto me. Backpack holding my weight for a long walk by a big blue lake. Up on the surrounding trees, an orchestra of crickets of some kind guiding me all around, nothing could overcome their sound, not even the occasional car passing by. There was a constant stream of butterflies and like them, I was drifting, with no aim but where I was, pollinating. One yellow butterfly took my attention as it flew over the road, turning my neck I followed. Elevated until it was about…
Rhythms of the unconscious
The sensible world is a living consciousness with many different rhythms and layers of communication that shape it. The way we feel here and now is an expression of the whole, so to deny any aspect of the experience compromises the greater part of who we are. Sometimes we may disassociate from our shadowy parts because of some unconscious pain that seeks to be heard and felt. By simply being with the emotions that are revealed, without judgment, opens us to new visions and perspectives, new rhythms of being and communication. The goal is not to finalize some conclusive set of beliefs in order to achieve peace and acceptance, but to eagerly ride the waves that emerge from the ocean of our inner being. There is thrill and vulnerability that…