(Quick notes in a bath of warm data)
đź’¦ Welcome time (perceived as scarce or abundant) as a resource and an suspended vehicle for reflectionđź’¦
Kairos and Chronos can live hand in hand.
We are time travellers.
Yesterday, in a container of 8 hours of conversations with people from various parts of the world, I connected back to personal experiences that spanned over 39 years and noticed they spoke to each other. They patterned. They greeted each other. I won’t be able to predict anything in the future. That’s ok. It’s not the point. I am rediscovering values and ways of being in the world that animate me and help me make sense of this world. I am also re-making friends with people of the past (and they are still there and stay there) who were in the background then and who – I can see now – were messengers and nourishers.
đź’¦Welcoming Community and Togethernessđź’¦
Even in a so called “bubble”, I can’t take anything for granted, there is always a new story to listen to and share, a new perspective, a difference that makes the difference. Meeting someone is a never ending well of stories and perspectives. It softens. It makes polarities go. It is such a privilege to be together in person. And touch someone’s system for a tiny graceful moment.
đź’¦Connect to what grows and resurfaces đź’¦
On monday morning, I noticed traces of fossils on Amsterdam’s street pavement. (Go and look for them on Herengracht, Leidsenstraat and many more if you are there.) First I believed there were bumps and hits, old fading paints. No, only traces of million years old animals… Nature, Time and Space merge and tell stories.
đź’¦Transforming through of Art and Philosophyđź’¦
The details and the abundance of messages and feelings that exude from art and philosophy inspire my sense of connectedness. I look at my body differently. My thoughts bounce and dance and shapeshift through the stimulation.
đź’¦Slowing Down to Rediscover Meaningđź’¦
All of the above happens when I suspend time and swiftly discard an assumed panic of losing or wasting it.
And slowing down, even for a fraction of time, is accepting to be part of a world in quick, frenzy motion.
What are your thoughts?
