Gateway to Atopia

The rain was over again as I reached the shore where the beach club looks out over the sea . Shelter was no longer needed. While I was hesitating where to sit for a last espresso, I was struck by this scene, an outlook through the wood carved ‘gate’ of the terrace. Gathering some of my favorite ‘elementary meanings’: The blues and whites, sea, sand, a lonesome child absorbed in play, a beach walker, the swift sailing catamaran, the yellow seamark, the horizon and the frame itself meaning the transition or passage between inner and outer space. The paradox of opening up into the ‘outer world’, while we are already outside in-the-world moving through the in-between inside and outside. As creative living and poietic seeing always means turning your soul outside into the world, receiving there the meanings to be transformed from invisibility into sacred presence: what may be called ‘ the play of metamorphosis’ between the real and the imaginary. Here is your Gateway to Atopia.

As I’m writing now, I can see the winds blowing the clouds apart, a golden gleam on the fast floating white greyish clouds. Our last evening at the Northsea, behind the dunes. We had this wonderful time also together with Mischa - my last swim just before the rain poured down - and tomorrow we are making this shift or switch to our Other Frame, or way of grounding our existence: from Sea into Mountain Forest&River; quite different, every time anew a challenge of creative experience: “Carlsheaven” here we come to dwell again under your “Guardian Oaktree”!