🏜Diversifying
Shapes, light and feelings
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About 6 months ago I started a series of musings, I started these musings with an opening. These musings have not been consistent with the length of these pieces varying, the themes swirling and the grammatical accuracy neglected. The only constant I have tried to keep up is the feeling of the writing, the carelessness and sense of variety. Perhaps at this point I should say that all of this will change in the new year and I will be more disciplined and consistent and blah blah blah but the truth is . . . it wont. I am not interested in using these musings as a vehicle to tell you something we already know too much. I am more interested in sharing feelings of varying shapes, tastes and spaces that have atrophied in our collective physiology.
Nine years ago I experienced a sense of anemoia while watching the documentary crossroads labor pains of a new worldview or moving forward on youtube or maybe something before these. The feeling was of being introduced to myself, this feeling planted a seed that has fruited multiple times since then. These fruits have taken up multiple names and waves of popularity since my first taste, they have been growing in the fields of systems thinking, complexity, metamorphosis and more recently solidified in the liminal web. But by the time you read this it would have taken up a different form.
The feeling is rapidly diversifying in its shape, texture and language. This is has been going on from before I was born and it is not confined to a particular form. I was initially going to call this entry expanding but on reflection its not expansion that is happening or needed it is a sense of something that cant be measured, categorised or captured. It comes alive when it’s combined, randomised, allowed to be and deeply breathe.