dance with the dreamer
“Who among you can at the same time laugh and be exalted? Who climbs upon the highest mountains laughs at all tragedies, real or imaginary. Untroubled, scornful, outrageous – that is how wisdom wants us to be: she is a woman who never loves anyone but a warrior.”
What had started out as The Walking Project [more info here], has become a magic ride, full of awe and wonder, following a calling and legacy as well as a call “home”.
The project of this year, an epic adventure and, equally, a somewhat out-of-the-ordinary artistic residency of the summer months – definitely self-organised though never alone.
[more information about the route taken through the Pyrenees + a gallery of selected images you can find -> here]
Beyond the vital force and the power of the places I’ve traveled through, one thing that has touched me deeply, again and again, was the grace and goodness I encountered in other human beings and how it felt, as if the universe itself was “taking care of me” – I can’t put it in any other words. An ongoing dance. Magic expressed through nature itself, intuitive impulses and people I’ve met along the way (yes, also at times, against all expectations in the middle of “nowhere”). When needed, solutions always presenting themselves.
A journey of synchronicity and serendipity.
Flight on the wing’s of the raven, embraced by the wind, accompanied by its song, whisper and, at times, loud road. Following the fluid veins of the earth. Walking on the ground beneath my skin, supporting my every step, never walking alone, my ancestors and all future generations within me.
THICH NHAT HAHN
“When we walk we don’t just walk for ourselves, we walk for everyone.”
“While walking we should be aware that we are walking on a living being that is supporting not just us but all of life”THICH NHAT HAHN
Traveling within the immensity and vastness of it all, of creation itself. Everything seems to have its own power and time. Everything alive, with such richness and depth. Myself, knowing to be only one particle of it all and, at the same, that all of it is within me. Coming back to a primal connection, expressing itself in this dream. A daughter of this earth.
As much as this is an ode to freedom, it’s a love story. With the earth, existence itself. With Sophia, as myths call her. The fallen goddess. The Mother and vital force giving life.
One thing is crystal clear: Falling out of madness and into love with her as well as our intrinsic connection to her, to existence itself, passionately and wildly, is what we need to do.
Rewilding our being.
Reconnecting to earth.
Following the call to come home.
….and the legacy to dance with the dreamer.
The secret of mountains is that they simply exist, as I do myself. The mountains exist simply, which I do not. The mountains have no “meaning”, they are meaning. The mountains are.“The Snow Leopard” – Peter Matthiessen
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