“Architecting the space for the sacred.” Your phrasing is so beautiful and so accurate. You express such difficult vague notions so clearly. It’s such a pleasure to read.
YES YES YES ! I so resonate with your lens …loved the metaphor of writing entering someone’s temple. Although I always pray and meditate on what wants to live through my writing (as I consider my work to be a devotion to the Feminine Divine) I never thought about it entering the actual temple of another. How beautiful. Thank you for this piece 🌹✨ What a blessing it is to write!
I've been meaning to reach out to express how deeply this has impacted me. Incredible insights into the origins of so much deep cultural richness, shared in a way that helps me feel this legacy alive in my body. Thank you so much Ruta.
So many topics to grasp on, and I appreciate including the questions to write before writing. Something we forget about the text that it's everchanging, not set in stone (and even when it physically is, with time, it changes with the rock). This piece functions for me also as a way of showing the collaborative approach to writing, the story I've just read happened thanks to you, and you read it from Sophus Helle, and so the story lives through the "modern stones". Even if we desacralised the act of writing, I think that by bringing back the root stories, we connect our practises with the ones before us and with each other.
I'm still before reading your piece about wild meadows over gardens, yet wahat strikes me is the synchronicity with my own writing about the creative gardens. If you'd be interested, I'd be happy to read or hear your thoughts on the differences or similarities of creative versus writing meadows and gardens.
Thank you, Monika! Exactly, the creative process is never siloed, neither through time, nor space, nor minds, nor bodies. Though the paradox is sometimes to become very solitary in order to create such synthesis. It's a kind of intimacy of creativity that transcends time.
“Architecting the space for the sacred.” Your phrasing is so beautiful and so accurate. You express such difficult vague notions so clearly. It’s such a pleasure to read.
Thank you!:)
Stunning insights. Thank you
This whole post has rejuvenatingly SET MY HEART ON FIRE 🔥🤲🏽💗
Aaaahh so much juiciness running through me as the words entered my own divine temple … so thankful, at peace, in love. 🙏🏽
Juliana thank you so much 🐺❤️🔥 so glad ☺️ xx
YES YES YES ! I so resonate with your lens …loved the metaphor of writing entering someone’s temple. Although I always pray and meditate on what wants to live through my writing (as I consider my work to be a devotion to the Feminine Divine) I never thought about it entering the actual temple of another. How beautiful. Thank you for this piece 🌹✨ What a blessing it is to write!
Eeeeeek!! 🥹❤️🔥
You’re the reason I saw this when you shared it and I feel blessed. :)
I've been meaning to reach out to express how deeply this has impacted me. Incredible insights into the origins of so much deep cultural richness, shared in a way that helps me feel this legacy alive in my body. Thank you so much Ruta.
Thank you so much for your thoughtful and kind words! 🤗
This is the invitation I needed to take my writing more serious, thank you. It still resonates ...
Oh my god this is so blisteringly beautiful, I felt every word. Thanks for sharing. 💜
Thank you, dear Eden! 💜
So many topics to grasp on, and I appreciate including the questions to write before writing. Something we forget about the text that it's everchanging, not set in stone (and even when it physically is, with time, it changes with the rock). This piece functions for me also as a way of showing the collaborative approach to writing, the story I've just read happened thanks to you, and you read it from Sophus Helle, and so the story lives through the "modern stones". Even if we desacralised the act of writing, I think that by bringing back the root stories, we connect our practises with the ones before us and with each other.
I'm still before reading your piece about wild meadows over gardens, yet wahat strikes me is the synchronicity with my own writing about the creative gardens. If you'd be interested, I'd be happy to read or hear your thoughts on the differences or similarities of creative versus writing meadows and gardens.
Thank you, Monika! Exactly, the creative process is never siloed, neither through time, nor space, nor minds, nor bodies. Though the paradox is sometimes to become very solitary in order to create such synthesis. It's a kind of intimacy of creativity that transcends time.
This is a beautiful ode to the sacred in writing ✨️
Thank you, Stephanie!:)