….words do things. This is a very different concept than the notion words are ‘just words.’ The level at which we allow access and depth through our intuition and senses permits the power at which we are able to permit or not permit. The notion that everything is permitted, while true, proves hedonistic and destructive when discernment is omitted. Therefore, may the aching painful bones of those who know beauty and love in their souls find the strength to tow the line in the face of transgressions running rampant in this world.
From the Trélex residency in Paris. First post of those in the next 2 months from a place I was deeply fearful of traveling to, even as the door opened in the face of many closed. Many senses, intuitive, scent, and visual are apparently from this place and time. Who knew? I surely did not a priori. Thank you for subscribers. Though I have worked to not become a walking cliché, I became one. Not by desire, merit, or will, but because I lived the lessons of my social psychology courses in reality. I learned the ancestry of my being, is rooted from the Alps. And as crazy as it may sound…I wounder if Mari Ammann…a name that has appeared in memory of my ancestral roots, the practice criticised as surface or topical, alludes to our wilful creative agency to create a future…yet a future more full of love.