I disappear into the ether and turn into dust or air, into quintessence. What a relief it is to discover that I take great pleasure in disassembling and reassembling myself.
You dreamt of radical transformations and togetherness, of leading the troupes in battle. You melted gold. Your unyielding longing for freedom is what drove you and kept you in perpetual motion. You invented your own way of having faith. You believed there was a cure for everything. You were a master in changing directions, in deviating from the path. Your mind was quick and so were your movements. You were an excellent speaker. You would pace up and down in excitement and it was extremely difficult for you to sit still or conform to social codes and ideas about ways of being. You had an unquenchable desire to learn new things. You died and you were reborn as someone else, somewhere else, in another language, in another body, in another culture, in another time, but it was always you.
Dear,
I lie awake at night with millions of voices inside my head and I can’t keep still.
You left everything you knew and started over. You said goodbye to everyone and you didn’t cry. You walked into the rain and disapperared. Were you not afraid? Did you ever feel like you belonged? You were the other everywhere you went. It wasn’t privilege you were seeking it was company and comfort; con – fortis – together strong.
Europe standing at a crossroads. Everyone is afraid of the plague.
A small room in Brussels. The choice is yours. You can stay and stagnate in the past or leave and live for the future.
Rain and wind.
Home. It lives within us. What is therefore belonging or not belonging, leaving or staying, getting lost or being found? Countries are not real, countries are ideas and ideas change very quickly, in the blink of an eye.
One has to acknowledge where one is in order to know where one is going.
Rooting exercises, learning from the master.
