Saturday, September 20, 2003

PG: the child in the glass box

I drink coffee with my dad, before i leave for a 2 hours drive to the west coast. My dad tells me a story, it seems to come out of the blue. About one year before i was born, his sister gave birth to a little boy. My dad said that the kid was 2 months early, it had lived in a couveuse (glass box) for several days before it died.

This story is hitting me real hard. I rush into the car, and i start crying for about half an hour. Somewhere deep inside me a contact is made. I feel so relieved that this boy, whom i had never heard of, is recognized to have existed. I feel the connection between the child's grave and the glass box, and i get to understand why the people left. There were no words at that time.

Monday, September 01, 2003

PG: the Walk for Atonement

For the first time in my life, i walk long distance. I baptised it the Walk for Atonement, named after one of the Avatar exercises. I feel like Harry Dean Stanton in PARIS, TEXAS.

My sister calls again from Thailand. The person who rents her house wants to leave this month, so the house is available from October first. This is great news.

During the walk (about 145 km in six days) a constant stream of synchronicity accompanies me which has never left me since.