Thursday, 5th of January 2018
//Hands touching the air by the dawn. And I still search you, miss you.// It’s already January and a new year arrived… I struggled for almost 6 months until 2018 begun. I sold my time to others, and I realized that It’s very difficult to be an altruist. Now, I am redefining the word liberty … This life caries so many burdens and, sometimes, we find ourselves incapable to vanish the dark clouds above our heads. I know I have the tendency to isolate myself from the world to reach equilibrium, to be full before become empty again. But, I am what I am: I am loner, a loner who seeks oneness where shades dwelt. Now, I will return to the grave where I buried myself and revive again for the little things. I think in this year, we will rise from our older selves, and play the joyful and light Vivaldi again. It’s time to expand. Happy new year to you all. :)
“Our fingers will open the closed hands.” – Sophia de Mello Breyer Andersen, Coral.
“On earth there is sadness inside of the beautiful things.”
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andersen
Do you know that exquisite sensation when you meet someone for the first time, but, deep inside of you, something tells you that in another life and place you already meet her/him? These persons are our kindred souls, old souls that wander in this life and are meant to meet again and live what was left unfinished… So please, be aware that life has an end, so don’t forget to treasure the ones you love the most and show everyday how much you care for them. You won’t regret it, believe me!
In this photo is a letter to the special soul Vibeke and an old tray that I have found broken near to my house, outside of a street litter. I brought it home and fix it, and now it looks precious.
I’ve still a lot of mail to catch up. Be patient my friends.
“We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.”
― LeeAnn Taylor
A letter from Bekah.
Butterfly stickers from Walks in Beauty Paperie.
A beautiful letter from Vibeke came inside of this beautiful box. Everything was so thoughtful that I felt like I was inside of a Jane Austen’s Book.
Slowing packaging, seeking the harmony and simplicity trough the movements of my fingers. Loosing and encountering myself in this experience of wrapping. Aspiring for perfection — knowing when it is the right moment to stop. Being content.
When this parcel arrives to its destination, it will be unwrapped and, in this temporal dimension, something magic will happen: slowly what was hidden, becomes unhidden: revealed…
“First, the initially hidden object of quest, whether a view, an artifact, or a person, must be believed to be something positive and worth having access to. If we have a reason to believe that the object in question is not worth exposing, like a Pandora’s box, we will not be enticed to open, unwrap, or reveal it (unless morbid curiosity gets the better of us). (…) The positive aesthetic experience derived from concealment and obscurity, thus, is dependent upon the possibility of uncovering the wrapping and having access to the object of longing. (…)”
Japanese Aesthetics of Packaging, Yuriko Saito.
I feel safe when I’m writing letters.
Letter to Stephanie…