Today this was another day that reality did like to easily drop her substance. Everything feels unstable, and very emotional. It is hot and humid and the continuous wind seems to blow all human facades apart. It easily feels all a bit unreal.
I can only move very very slowly. All the time I feel the presence of memories and stories like ghosts visititing from the past. You feel them but you can not clearly see them. I tried to give space to this very uncomfortable and mostly sad feeling.
Maybe that is the volcanic eruption or the water coming?
Again probably I only perceive my subjective truth even in what I see in nature. But am I really that different from other people? Aren't we all connected?
And there is that potential for creativity, creating another perceivable truth. That is such an exiting idea.