Silent rituals

The myth and the ritual – this is where I start honoring the fact that I won the 300-million-sperm race. I try to never forget this.

A root, ancient and powerful, pushes through my days, taking shape in cardamom tea, rain, tree branches, and books. From this, I create tangible things that honor this unrehearsed shifting existence, where I often lose track of who I am.

Without any control, new versions of me come to life, looking like a birth of a seahorse, leaving me curious and powerless as the future unfolds.

All is left is to trust and participate both as the main character and the observer. To be intuitively selective where to engage and where to walk away.

Silence as a sacred adventure.

*Photo by Luisa Greta Vilo.