Toujours là.

Yesterday’s recognition of an importance to là vie suspendue en l’air was at once an encouragement and a danger.

When the work of deep substance is going on, too many overly conscious or rational thoughts can disturb the process.

As someone who is often a galloping herd of conscious and rational thoughts, in particular, stories, the moment the recognition that a work of deep substance is afoot is the moment all sorts of theories and ‘good ideas’ can line up presenting themselves as the way to ‘manage’ the process.

One of my wildest works, now that I have actually surrendered to the silence, is to stay out of the way of myself while whatever takes place takes place. To give it space and not to intrude, bustling, with ‘are you ready yet?’ and ‘would you like a cup of tea?’.

The only way I have found to do this is to pretend as if an unconsciousness that anything might be going on at all, to pay an almost excessive reverent attention to everyday rhythms and chores, albeit it quietly, and, then, to avoid those who might see my quiet as a chance to visit their stories and theories onto my existence. I skirt the contours of myself, respectfully, and hope that by carefully holding my attention elsewhere, I can allow the mystery of the luminous uncanny the time it needs to accomplish its fullness.