This conversation unfolded like dusk over a forgotten field — slow, shadowed, honest. It wasn’t about answers so much as invitations. What began as a reflection on the archetype of the errant — that perpetual outlier of civilization — spiraled into deeper terrain: trauma as initiation, the manipulations of modern myth-making, and the quiet revolt of simply being. In a world bloated with noise, this was a moment of signal.
Tag: solitude
In solitude, amongst the silent open spaces—walking the settled sands beside the ebbing sea, next to the late springtime river, as life explodes from awakening flora—we can hear the questions, and we can distill the answers; life is perpetual (perceptual) change and flowing communication.
The challenge for an artist, or seeker, observer, conscious student and activist, is the very real need for solitude.
Stay long enough and she reaches into you