Happenings weave together in curious gatherings. Today, I unpacked Kenny’s Rom a little further and stumbled upon this essay from Ursula Le Guin called “The Carrier Bag Theory of Fiction.
It’s March 2018: I have arrived in Tepoztlán after a trafficked three-hour drive out from Mexico City and I’m buzzing with nervous anticipation.
This journal is proving to be a very effective container for gathering threads.
According to Wikipedia, a strange attractor is “a value toward which a system tends to evolve, for a wide variety of starting conditions of the system.
I was carried by Kenny’s Room on my run today – a mixtape created and shared by one of the participants in Bayo Akomolafe’s We Will Dance With Mountains.
The beating pulse of my last six weeks has been the Embodied Book Club at the Stoa, where a group of us have been reading Ria Baeck’s Collective Presencing book.
An expression of my commitment to my soul’s calling is to try to write in this journal every day.
This marks the beginning of my journey to capture reflections on what I’ve been naming my “self-directed masters” – a permission space I’ve gifted myself to devote to unadulterated learning and self-actualization.