thank you, Nic for posting this again - and thank you for the comments, responses - it’s lovely being felt.
There are so many horrifying shadows to the underbelly of the internet, yet also light, doorways, connection across many borders, and places to meet in ‘rooms’ that have no walls, floors, doors or windows. My gratitude to being alive in this era of technology is beyond measure.
As a writer, the internet is a portal for my scribbled life to be relational. I offer myself up, and am received. This almost accidental Soul Biography is one fine thread in the extraordinary fabric of Nic’s borderless work. He offers himself up as a doorway, with his camera and open invitation to be with the one you’re with. His artless art has/is creating an archive of humans being human.
Dear Caroline, thank you. Mij first impressions: maybe the fields of kindness can be seen in the mirror. I was very touched by your different eyes, the one with darkness before the light and the other one light before the darkness. I was touched by the light that your face radiates( see 04.12) but more powerful when you close your eyes. Maybe, maybe, looking inward is connecting with the light and that is like the sun behind your skin.
You share about the weight. Maybe, next to the fields of kindness, there was also this connecting with the earth, who carried you, no matter what weight you offered in your footsteps.
I try to be a buddhist practitioner and I have to work very hard to slow down and to experience the strength one needs to lift the (mental and physical) weight of your body. There is this connection between weight and light (in the sense of radiation, not in the meaning of 'less weight')
My father was a deeply depressed person. He couldn't talk about this. There was this weight of silence, and an unmeasurable weight of being very scared to share with me, my son. So I am very well trained to see the balance between light and darkness in someone's eyes, face, body, talk, movements. And your sharing gives me the courage to cross the threshold of asking, of sharing, of accepting. My father has passed away for almost two years now. But I still have that never started conversation in my head and heart.
Thank you for walking to the camera's, the lights must have been overwhelming. You already have the skill to cook, now you can start to become a gardener and plant your own vegetables, rice, patatotoes on your fields of kindness. water them with your whole being, full of acceptance and the dish will be healing. You know (your dog's name is leonard) the crack is where the light gets in.
I am going to close my eyes of a night sleep. One day i will meet my father on the same fields.
Yes I have know that weight. Thank you for showing all your beauty in your truth: " Beauty is Truth; Truth Beauty. That is all ye know on this earth and all ye need to know." John Keats
thank you, Nic for posting this again - and thank you for the comments, responses - it’s lovely being felt.
There are so many horrifying shadows to the underbelly of the internet, yet also light, doorways, connection across many borders, and places to meet in ‘rooms’ that have no walls, floors, doors or windows. My gratitude to being alive in this era of technology is beyond measure.
As a writer, the internet is a portal for my scribbled life to be relational. I offer myself up, and am received. This almost accidental Soul Biography is one fine thread in the extraordinary fabric of Nic’s borderless work. He offers himself up as a doorway, with his camera and open invitation to be with the one you’re with. His artless art has/is creating an archive of humans being human.
Dear Caroline, thank you. Mij first impressions: maybe the fields of kindness can be seen in the mirror. I was very touched by your different eyes, the one with darkness before the light and the other one light before the darkness. I was touched by the light that your face radiates( see 04.12) but more powerful when you close your eyes. Maybe, maybe, looking inward is connecting with the light and that is like the sun behind your skin.
You share about the weight. Maybe, next to the fields of kindness, there was also this connecting with the earth, who carried you, no matter what weight you offered in your footsteps.
I try to be a buddhist practitioner and I have to work very hard to slow down and to experience the strength one needs to lift the (mental and physical) weight of your body. There is this connection between weight and light (in the sense of radiation, not in the meaning of 'less weight')
My father was a deeply depressed person. He couldn't talk about this. There was this weight of silence, and an unmeasurable weight of being very scared to share with me, my son. So I am very well trained to see the balance between light and darkness in someone's eyes, face, body, talk, movements. And your sharing gives me the courage to cross the threshold of asking, of sharing, of accepting. My father has passed away for almost two years now. But I still have that never started conversation in my head and heart.
Thank you for walking to the camera's, the lights must have been overwhelming. You already have the skill to cook, now you can start to become a gardener and plant your own vegetables, rice, patatotoes on your fields of kindness. water them with your whole being, full of acceptance and the dish will be healing. You know (your dog's name is leonard) the crack is where the light gets in.
I am going to close my eyes of a night sleep. One day i will meet my father on the same fields.
This is a long expression of: thank you.
Joost Vriens
Yes I have know that weight. Thank you for showing all your beauty in your truth: " Beauty is Truth; Truth Beauty. That is all ye know on this earth and all ye need to know." John Keats
Now I understand one of my friends. It's the weight. Thank you for this!