Next Sunday 02/04/2017 I will talk about my research and experiences in France in the winter of 2015/ 2016 in Hannah Huis in Herent, Belgium. An outline of the text will be available in the blog about the Cave Paintings.
Blog: Researching prehistoric art
At this time I feel like being at different locations and different times all at the same time. All is interconnected. I relice and continu my life on el hierro, Part of me is also still connected with France. I do 'remember' nomadic lives in prehistoric times. I do remember being a child, being a student, being born and dying....I live the life of my parents, repeating thier emotions and beliefs, they live inside me.
It is the web of life.
Lately I do realise how important some people are in this web of life. they are woven into the great fabric of life on a place close to mine and just being close is anchoring me., giving me the sensation of having roots and belonging somewhere.
Life moves like wave pushing you up and down, forwards and backwards and tumbling around. You can not control it that much but you can try to let it happen with joy., by letting go. That srrendering to life and trusting is a central key. A key which I keep losing and finding again. Often the incapacity to take full control feels like a lack of responsability. But it is not.
And the more I try to icontrol things and make premature big decisions the more isolated and cutt off from the web of connectivity I do feel. But you can never fall out of it. We are all the time connected with everything and everyone around us.
Looking back to the El Hierro experience in Belgium. The first two weeks I felt the strong nature energy of El Hierro like a bell around me and with me. It did filter all the impressions which used to drive me crazy, the noise, the chaotic movements in traffic, the hollow words and focus on consuming. I did feel much more inner stability and stillness then before, which makes everything more easy. That was where I have been yearning for, and what pushed me to look for unspoild silent places in nature. I realise how it did change me in a subtle indirect way. Just the being there did change me.
Not sure how long that will stay.
What touches me is to hear the familiar sounds of birds which I have heard all my life, the doves, the meryls. To see familiar trees, the fresh greenness of the young grass in the landscape and feel the pushing energy of spring after a cold winter. The trees have the first buds opening up showing tender new leafs and every day there are more flowers. So dear and familiar are these impressions.