Tuesday, September 11, 2012

your message made me think it might be a possibility. A remote one, perhaps, but a possibility nonetheless.


hi sister, just received your message from branch out...wasn't sure if it was a mass mailing and if u intended to send it to me but oh well, thought i'd take a chance and write you.

i have a lot of regret about things that happened back in 2010 but i cannot go back and change things...i have a pretty good understanding of what happened and why, and feel that i've always acted with a good heart and honorable intentions. i completely understand though why many ppl have chosen to, for lack of a better word, terminate their connection with me.

one of my real regrets with respect to the loss of the connection with you and your family is my friendship with your mother. i liked her for many reasons which i won't go into, but for the purposes of this message i had and still have a specific interest which is related to my ongoing work on the dynamics of creation and creativity, whether it be art or music or design or biomedical science.

while i was visiting your farm, i spent some time with your mother in the garden and was fascinated with her description of the dynamic processes at work there. there was a deliberate component of the garden, but also a fair amount of seemingly random forces at work. one of the random elements was seeds blowing into the garden, which your mom had a specific name for (sic). i went away from my visit anxious to talk to her and learn more about the various forces at work. i believe the garden is one of several useful metaphors nature has provided us for good design of a creative space (a space that fosters creativity), whether it be a company, a science laboratory, or a city.

when you and i had a parting of the ways i did not feel comfortable contacting her, and would never reach out to her without your knowledge and support. i had somewhat resigned myself to never having the opportunity to speak with her again, but your message made me think it might be a possibility. A remote one, perhaps, but a possibility nonetheless.

peace with kind regards, hippie lou