“We are guided by an internal compass of mind and intuition, a wiring of histories both years and centuries, spiraling and looping, replicating and deleting.”
Who we are when we are alone speaks to our character and what we surround ourselves with speaks to emotion. We are guided by an internal compass of mind and intuition, a wiring of histories both years and centuries, spiraling and looping, replicating and deleting. Who we are when we are alone is not entirely alone, we are made of ancestral energy and infused by the stories of makers, builders and writers. Who we are when we are alone, is not, alone.
“We are uplifted by the stories of the makers, we see the evidence of the hand and hear their poetics, feel their shapes and textures.”
The nuances of our living environments speak in whispers, telling stories of affirmation and light heartedness. We are uplifted by the stories of the makers, we see the evidence of the hand and hear their poetics, feel their shapes and textures. We are embraced by their physical presence, romanced by the visual splendor and reassured by the structure of order: walls, windows and doors. The spaces we live within are not filled with mere things, they are stories, energy, clusters of tribes.
