This is my latest attempt to document my transition from Berlin to a Camphill Milton Keynes. Milton Keynes a land of concrete cows and round a'bouts. There is a concealed beauty within her mixture of sand and rocks.  It is here, where, I wish to learn and rediscover my light/dark, strengths/weakness along with an inner growth/death. 


My first lesson is to learn how to 'see' again. This lesson can be incoherent at times, leaving me with the feeling that I am not following a precise or sensible outline for my goals and achievements. I'm hoping for a sense of clarity, allowing an expansion of my whole being to reconnect with my placement in the world.  


Place is a word that can be quite expansive and with layered definitions.  This process of place and placement has become an obsession of metamorphosis with me. I have tried to understand it, but ended up just over thinking it. Now I build within my being sturdy bridge that links the old with the new, achievement with failure, action and stillness and lastly love with loss. 


All over the world we find nations, cultures and humans searching for security and stability. The indigenous tribes throughout the world had a heightened sense of awareness for place and placement, despite having to be forced into leaving on and going on to the next. It is only today, in our modern world, where people like me and many others are deliberately trying to find the missing piece of place. Or being to have the sense of it...

Our soul speaks a language of feelings and senses. I've been working to cultivate some of these feelings and senses in preparation for my renewal of community life and work within a Camphill Community.

 Last week, I attended a lecture on the 12 senses of the human being. These senses include: touch, sense of life or well being, self movement, smell, taste, vision, hearing, language, conceptual thought and sense of ego (I am). 




Let me know if this sounds interesting to you....