Do we know how open life actually feels like? When tiredness does not inhibit notions of labour composting, when laughters are heard in peak moments of attached stains un-clicking, in real time, the tearing of skin from bone happens as the silent descent from the moment when wariness provokes humour, and in split seconds become conscious of reifications.
When writing falls to the ground in the beginning, in the middle, and at the end, perhaps then there could be also be a welcoming towards reactionaries' ego dressed in the dispersion of critical theory.
Where was I? How did the experience open up like that? Space is not without a place, but trust, a courageous element often missing, is what tunes in for the indescribable light that can only be embodied. Since it is the case that I can still be emboldened to trust, I wish for all to know this courage.
Hermaness can’t dispatch the nordic cynic, not completely. But for a first timer, witnessing hundreds dive and dance is a scene without missing or clinging to any associations. I didn’t know we were supposed to detect gannets’ smells, perhaps in winter, divers in the air connects with a more solid aspect of water.
There are plenty of alternatives to the raw and rugged reality present, texture of stopping becomes different in repetition, a deepening process of what it really means to inhabit the space hosting the moment.
The softest thing has the energy of harsh moving crowd. The two ferry crossings needed to reach there returned again and again to my dreams. In the panic of a moment one senses an opening to accept, it’s also natural like flower soaking water from the air.
Being the black bird flying almost in vertical parallel to a white bird, one trains to not accept or reject shadows.
Standing with other visitors at the end of the trail, which is also where we began, we read signs of birds names in Shaetlan.
The northern most inhabited isle of Britain, a ritual of words conjuring and disappearing.
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