Fresh, green little leaves in society. Initiatives which make our society more thriving.
'Fresh', 'green' ways of organization and education.

Regeneration.



March 17, 2017

Sit here. Eat.

Derek Walcott:

Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

March 16, 2017

Trash

Who are we to critisise others, especially when the other is open to explore everything in dialogue?
I'm still recovering of an overdosis desructive critics.

Who are we to throw our own shit upon somebody else?
Who are we to belittle someone?
Especially when someone is open and wiling to talk?

Who are we..?
I can only think that we can do this when we are sick.

What somebody has to do when sick?
Ask for the right help and heal.
Healing oneself should always be the most important thing.
And in any case not go on on a destructive path.

It's violence. 

And everyone has to choose to protect themselves, to be able to live a peaceful life. In beauty. Not in somebody elses trash.




Me-we

"Where we create a 'we', we create a 'them'." 
I read it today, and it stayed with me.
This makes me not-being-attracted to groups.
What ever kind of groups.

Let me be at the side-line. There I'm the happiest. 
Let me observate. Mingle to much in group(processes), no thanks.

I don't need a 'we'.
'Me' is enough. 

March 12, 2017

Grateful. Again.

In Berlin.
And...
Feeling good.

I see certain things more from a distance.

Will write about it more...

I feel grateful for new people in my life.
And of course..
for Life -the moment by moment Magic, for what nothing is needed, no one single ceremony (what can only belittle)- and what's our common Treasure..

All things stand in the way... We just need....
no-thing.







February 27, 2017

The honour

"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: 
- The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang. - 

In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.

Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.

When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."

- Caitlin Moran

February 25, 2017

Farm Garden

I own everything I scan..

At peace

To live. Without effort. But without becoming lazy, isolated, indifferent, lacking in sensitivity, without becoming sluggish.

Not to live while struggle to adjust. To change. To become something.
Not a life with conflict.

A life with great energy. Clarity. Intellectual capacity, reason and with a heart full of abundant love.

To be.
At peace.
Without any outside or inside 'attributes', like drugs or certain techniques.

Just. To. Be. 

That..

Cellular chit-chat

Healing works with cellular chit-chat,
long-wave discussions,
not unlike the many-millenial
symposium of humanity's
philosophical annealings...
as one body, one spirit.
So many bodies and spirits here,
only one communion.

The gargoyles in this heaven of earthly love
are secret value clues,
flags from lands we will one day
love as our own.
The gargoyles help the knowing extend
to the reefs and the fells
of every animal, plant or fungal mind
who lives and dwells in so much more
than space or time.

-George Gorman

February 21, 2017

Jobtitle

'Director Autonomy'
I really like this one.

February 18, 2017

A living world

Sometimes, I read things which are really, really astonishing. Even in my facebook feed (yes, true!)
This. For example.
I don't know how others receive it, but I got even difficulties with my breath. 
So much in little words..
Here it is: 

"It is both my perspective and experience that we are immersed in a stratified unity of many orders of intelligence. Their nature and accessibility explosively surpass anything we have dreamed of as possibly existing in heaven, the sky, or elsewhere. In fact, the piercing irony is that our species, which is to say our kind of animal, is a direct expression of these intelligences. More, still... it is their »summation vehicle; a creature who, participating in »all of these strata, becomes something like a superposition. Yet this glorious possibility is everywhere co-opted, counterfeited, and sold back to us as models of reality and ideas that furiously deny both our understanding and access to the birthrights of our human incarnation.

A living world is the most astonishing ‘thing’ in all of timespace. Its natures are anciently, provocatively intelligent, and its organs... the living places and organisms... are the standing wave-body of relational intimacies whose age and sophistication are unimaginable. Yet our minds are made of the direct expression of these delicately profound histories and relationships. They have a story we have never been bold or perceptive enough to discover, and that ‘story of stories’ is the basis of every replacement-fiction we have become addicted to.

It is as if a living world is a crystalization of all of the possible modes and forms of intelligence »in all of time, happening ‘all at once’ in endless specific temporalities (speeds), bodies (local constellations of organisms and relationships) and... this activity emerges in our experience as »the possibility of minds such as ours. Our minds are born to ‘travel’ in a dimension we have overlooked: that of living intelligences. This ‘dimension’ leads to every place in time and being, it is intimately linked to every moment of every mind in all of time... and this is the gift of the world we actually inhabit, however crude or confused our understanding of this.

It is for this reason I say that although we are born and may acquire the minimal appearances of humanness ... we are born as potential; incomplete. To become human we must discover our true nature, and this nature defies nearly all of our language, concepts and culture... explicitly, explosively, and continuously. We speak of progress or intelligence while producing the opposites; we hear of enlightenment or liberty... most often in the cages of ideas that, should we acquire them... will simply deprive us of these virtues. To become human we must discover, together, the actual nature of our living world and the histories and relationships that, from that world, gave birth to our minds.

We are pregnant with modes of intelligence we have never imagined. And all that we sought in heaven or ‘the future’ or space... is explicitly and passionately exceeded by that which, as a species, we ignore: the living libraries of our world, and the organisms and relationships that comprise them. These are, it turns out, extensions of our own bodies... and our minds are the summation vessels of their anciently conserved promise... and prodigy."

-Darin Stevenson