this thing of un|becoming, what is it, how is it, why is it?
something full of mystery, to be sure. about that let there be no doubt. sometimes delicious, sometimes confounding. worthy of consideration, perhapsly?
i have a special relationship with un|becoming. it has been a source of endless fascination in my life. fascination with my un|becoming, with the un|becoming of others.
i would love to share this fascination, this childlike wonder, with others similarly inclined.
from my perspective, to un|become is to live, truly.
i have a special affinity for people who feel some discomfort in and/or with their life and the world they live in, and are unwilling or unable to ignore that discomfort.
they seek to understand it, and if possible, to remedy it.
they may not be sure where to start or how to go about it. they are, however, determined in their quest.
or, having perhaps discovered a better fitting, more hospitable and healthier way of being in the world, they are developing a life and a way of living in which they and others can flourish.
i was and am such a person.
in my life, somehow a room appeared. and a time. and a day of the week. and some supporting materials.
a safe space in which to share, to incubate, to encounter; perhaps, ever so slightly, to un|become.
i am reaching out to interested folks. there are no age restrictions. there are no pecuniary costs. there are no prerequisites other than a curiosity, an openness, a desire.
shall we talk?
with kind regards and love always, hippie lou
**un|becoming = unbecoming and/or becoming. :) xo
