The streets are full of people, university campuses full of students, shouting, singing, dancing, walking, making themselves heard, pushing, resisting police violence…in Turkey, Europe, USA, Korea and more… And I am here sitting in the calm little village in Prague, listening to the birds and to the turmoil in my head and heart.
The birds are singing, the leaves are bursting, bushes are blooming, even flowers popping out in the forest, the earth is renewing itself, spring is revealing energy and beauty. Trees are getting stronger, boars preparing for birth, and deers too…
What is happening?
A lot of movement is happening, a lot of anger, hope, will, bursting out, resistance… all this is happening and much more that we think we know but ignore.
In the past 4 days I have been leading the last workshop of the Somatic Dialogue Facilitator Training together with my two colleagues Beliz Demircioğlu İnanç and Kateřina Ledvinková and my lovely assistant Zeynep Çamlı. Just before the workshop began the outbursts in Turkey, Justice and Law are losing their meaning, their weight and virtue is crumbling… Güneş and I looked at each other and our moods merged. Words disappeared and a blank appeared in our brains. Hearts heavy… and we worked. During these 4 days I have been surrendering to the deep and beautiful sessions of my colleagues, leading sessions myself, witnessing all participants, dancing and contemplating words, letting the poetry of the bodies touch me.
I was not able to go out today, not even for a long walk.. I haven’t been writing much either, somehow my action stopped, my thoughts occupied with questions… My only activity today has been the ongoing questioning of what I am doing, where am I going, and this fog-like feeling…. the sense dissipating….
Am I losing the sense of things?
To be honest I think I am. I have been thinking all day. Last week’s energy of writing about muhabbet in the Manual was such a lovely sensation, my thoughts were fluid, clear, words were just dropping from my fingers like little weightless pearls, and today my thoughts floating like unidentifiable floating muddy gas.
Therefore today I will not keep you long, dear readers, as I do not have much to say. But I have had this one idea to ask you a question. This one question which you could answer by one or two sentences if you wish.
I am so grateful to all of my colleagues, clients, students and friends who contribute to the life at Limpid Works, and I always do my best to serve them the best I can, as this is my motivation. However, at this period in my life I am slowly losing the sense of things. I reflect a lot about why I am doing this work, what am I serving? And where is the sense of all this?
I guess thinking about these questions once in a while is part of growing deeper.
So my question goes to you dear reader:
What makes sense in life?
Maybe you’d like to take a few moments and write down something and even send it to me…
It would be a great drop of consciousness these days, you gifting me with your sentence(s)...And even gifting yourself too…
For me life has no sense itself, just the sense I choose to give, and this is always changing…this sense now,despite so many suffering in the world, is to find in myself the gratitude to have a heath body and being able to spread my join wherever I am…
My dear Berrak , thanks for your words.
For me life has no sense itself, just the sense I choose to give, and this is always changing…this sense now,despite so many suffering in the world, is to find in myself the gratitude to have a heath body and being able to spread my join wherever I am…
Love always,Rô