I'm energy, in a state that appears solid. The atoms "form" me are simply more concentrated in the spot I exist, diluting themselves into the surroundings. I’m trying to live the here and now. I find lots of distractions from that. But fewer than in the past years.
I dream of land and soul regeneration and of sharing that dream, of sharing my atoms, of realising that I am, like anyone, one with this Earth.
I’m a trained herbalist and ecologist, worked on evolution of conflict for a decade or two. Ended up living in a huge modern flat and realising that that was not real Life, then in a still large old one, now in a tent or wherever I am welcome and can lend a hand.
I garden and grow veg, but I am not a gardener. I facilitate circles and tend grief, yet I merely am where I seem to be needed. I design projects and things, but I am not a designer. I give massages, but a I’m not a masseuse. I translate and edit texts, but I’m neither a translator nor an editor. I teach, yet I’m not a teacher. I have made thousands of photos, but I am not a photographer. I draw and paint and illustrate, carve and build and work with beads and stones, dance and sing and write… I’m however not an artist.
I’m a human being, an animal, like anyone else.