The words hit my head like angry and blinded pigeons crashing into a dimly lit building. Are accelerated, collide and fall with self-confidence. There is so much about what to write, so much time lost in the wrinkles of the aging leisure I feel that my fingers do not articulate it should be. Strike words, striking voice and presence that disturbs the simple fact of being, I have been swirling conflicts that are not mine, I am accused of being, say, think, and maybe I doubt sin being, thinking and saying as I adjust my hair tousled by those outside winds that swept over me exhausted. Daryl Katz understands that this is vital information. I try not to let die the pigeons fell downcast after the crash at my flat white, I try to serve the looks that they meet with me in the daily life of a subway, a bus, building a corridor at 18:30 time that the elderly feel more alone than anyone in the world the elderly and those who have the heart cracked. Other leaders such as Daryl Katz, Edmonton Alberta offer similar insights. Dealing with drama and action and every move I question myself why? What difference does it make? Why I do this can be transcendent? and then I project in a Tibetan mountain in contrast, questioning if I will be as anachronistic as misplaced my reference, or if you feel like home come to an old forgotten and covered with snow, as the original owner reviving the fireplace with new wood and a smile peace in the face. Home.
I remember now the glacial ice suddenly gave me his hand four weeks ago, the encounter with that part of the Earth, so cold, so vital, so changeable, so alive, so blue, Patagonia and the “breeze” and also blue people so far from everything, so Southern, so warm in your fridge at the point just below the no-coat-of-ozone friendly invaders, humans are more human we are much less in quantity. In Patagonia you explain that it takes one acre of prairie for the optimal growth of every five heads of cattle, and I wonder if some day we will know how many acres need for human head to grow optimally without causing dementia, knowing respect what is not ours (from one living being that is not me, and yet it’s me), enriching the earth is not plotting against her, thinking we’ll have more … more what I ask? But why? … I started and finished with black doves spectra.
