Call in (re)muer
From mutation to emergence : endless crossings - part 1
The Call In experiment was so clear to me, because it ended 13 years of this creative introspection gestation, and it had to say it last word to open to something else. I am writing from this elsewhere, an elsewhere at the exact place that seemed a summit for me, when all has began. I say all began but I immediately feel that I did not arise from this beginning. I was given to it experienced and full of other lives. For sure, to be born is an uninterrupted process.
This place in all points different from the one where closed by opening a book to which I would never stop coming back, far from an ocean and closer and closer to me, as clear as the other is interior. An elsewhere where footprints are invisible or yet to be discovered.
In this space that comes closer I tell the meeting to the other and what is born from it.
I have often met the other, it seems to me to have given birth to a number of living thoughts, but undoubtedly I did not let them go away, except my children, and by the same token they were perhaps only dreams. .
This makes it difficult for me to anticipate what I have not experienced. Even if the stories I tell have always been completely free in the minds of those who receive them.
(continued in the story Call Out (re) ceuillir)
