Sixty-Two

The world was orange and turquoise, sunlight playing on labradorite. There was a man in front of a canvas, painting an ever changing field - wheat, poppies, sunflowers. Van Gogh at work. Orange and turquoise, again. Next, I was in a museum. It was quite dark, but there was an illuminated sphere in the middle… Continue reading Sixty-Two

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Twenty-One

I turned back to the woman, but she looked older now, around my age. I must have made a mistake a minute before. She looked at me for a second, then turned back to the sea. I watched the water, too, and the sky, and the flowers rocking in the wind. When I turned back to her again, she seemed to be in her fifties. I realized she was ageing in front of my eyes.

Fifteen

Feeling is remembering. However powerful emotions are, you must flow with the here and now when you remember, don't let yourself be transported and stuck somewhere else. Otherwise there is never a here and now. You always only half-perceive, you fill in the rest with feelings, thoughts and intuition. You must try to perceive as raw as you can, stay with it, don't take leaps.