Predecessor of the successor
She woke up with her head full of thoughts, pushing each other back and forth, left and right, fighting for attention. Like this old game, where you push squares in order to arrange them into a coherent picture.
“Distant and yet so near,” she thought. ”What might you think right now, what might you do? As for me, I am creating. It is time to move forward.”
The “Boarding House” is an excellent idea. A house for artists and visitors to stay, to rest, to create, to take part, to heal, to move. More than anything else, to move, to move forward. Keeping things going, keeping themselves going. Moving! Moving with joy. Love for the body. Love for the mind.
“It is ambitious. Yes, I know. I can’t be there to see it rising. I will need an engineer. This is the best way. An expert. I have to create. To fill the world with ideas, with pictures, with words, with animations, with stories,” she said silently to herself.
She had to be aware. Aware of what one has to do and what one has to delegate. She did not know about any one but herself at that point. And she was convinced and determined.
“I am happy to live in the now. A fantastic digital age, where I can share. It satisfies me. Sometimes I feel like a megalomaniac. My Universe spoke to me and said: ‘You have a big vision’. The Universe keeps me down to earth. Grounded. Sometimes I try to take off. When the time is right I will. Making connections. With the Universe. With life. With the unlimited sky.”
Thoughts were dancing in her mind. She did not even take a shower yet. And here you can picture her. Writing. Typing. The paper was thirsting for those letters.
Yes, she had a big vision. And she knew what she could do. She knew her limits. She knew her goals. She knew where to focus.
“It is the Greenhouse,” she whispered.
“It needs my attention. It has to manifest. And not only that. It has to sustain itself. Like a child becoming an adult. Existing, thriving, being independent, and we, the parents, we feel proud witnessing it. We feel proud and fulfilled carrying this knowledge. And maybe one day, when our hair turns all white or when it decides to leave us because we can not support it anymore, maybe then we can look back with love and pride and say: ‘Yes, we did well, we are happy and delighted of the things to come’. “
“I share this my love, because I feel I have to hurry,” she spoke to the carried one.
“Yesterday looking in the mirror I counted a few. Yes, of course, I counted some thoughts, but I was talking about those shiny and somehow scary ones. White hairs, showing up, being bold, telling me a story about time, reminding me I am here for a reason.”
“I would like to share,” she thought.
“I would love to share. I am sharing my way and I am sharing my love. My way leads to our Greenhouse and my love is called: ‘Make humanity visible. Engage with art and nature’.”
“I wonder how you feel.”
“I wonder how you feel being carried around, living inside of me. Watching all my steps. Watching me growing plans. I should start growing plants. Someone offered me a small space to do so. Let’s see what I can do. The garden there is beautiful.”
“Soulfood.”
