Dear friends – (Pun alert…) Get off that treadmill! Become a misfit! (It’s a lot of fun having this position just to left field of the sport and fitness industry! There are so many puns…) We do coffee with wholecream milk…:) For that and so much more, run on down to 61 Carnarvon St, Gisborne, or pilates your mouse to http://www.lifegym.nz and vigorously explore strange new lands of the mind and spirit (under construction as I speak) – and the neglected realms of the creating hand and eye! Free downloads and videos of workshops to come – from philosophy to ferrocement – follow the blog and get notifications by email. I hope to make the website an interesting place of creation too..
This is a huge coming-out for me, but (like the aging Zarathustra) I was like a bee that has gathered too much nectar – I had to take it to the hive, or lose altitude and become one of those bees you see, lonely, dragging themselves along the ground… There’s just so much I want to share, my shyness and reticence will just have to stand aside.. This will be a good journey for all involved, I believe – do consider joining us!
Under all our endeavours lie rhythms we normally take for granted: breathing, brainwaves, sleep and waking, digestion… and most vital of all, the heartbeat. On Sunday morning the cat woke me and I noticed I had an irregular heartbeat. A really irregular heartbeat. Suddenly it was hard to think of anything else but the rhythm. Raewyn took me to the hospital, where the good people whose whole job is to help people when the rhythms get our of order, tested and helped me so nicely I felt a joy and gratitude for them and empathy for all embodied beings.
But after a few hours in the ward time dragged and the spectre of a life so handicapped by fibrillation kept me from even being able to read (!). All the busyness and goals from before the loss of rhythm seemed impossible to return to. I gave up coffee, got out on Sunday night with a withdrawal headache, a beta blocker prescription – and an irregular heartbeat.
Last night the caffeine withdrawal was almost over and I had caught up on sleep, but the heartbeat thing was distracting and depressing. I had read about ‘entrainment’, how rhythms in proximity tend to synchronise, for example two pendulum clocks mounted side by side, and I thought maybe lying heart to heart with Raewyn with her steady beat might help my erratic one get in line again. It was hard to even settle to trying that – the tendency seems to be to nurse the affected parts and protect them. Then I meditated and listened to music. I prayed to get that rhythm back, and vowed to be calmer and meditative. I found I could imagine opening Dreamspace after all if I was like that, in harmony with myself (what was left of me) and any others who visit the gallery. I went to sleep more calm about the future.
This morning I noticed I wasn’t noticing my heart – the rhythm was back! I am learning, not the way I would prefer, but it is good! I intend to continue with these lessons. I’m back in the most vital rhythm of life – and appreciating all the other ones!
This is my grandson Eddie Firenze Devcich on his First Birthday. I looked into those eyes and saw myself. I hope one day the mind behind them will see the mind behind mine and say, ‘I see you’. Perhaps it already does…:)
Well we had to choose, and we chose Eutopia in Gisborne (and grandsons) over paradise in the Kaipara. I uploaded the ad with 20 nice photos today
Hard to let go, harder to try to live in two places! ‘The snake that cannot shed its skin, dies’- Nietzsche. ‘Simplify, simplify!’ – John Harris 🙂
Share this if you know someone who wants a great place to build their dream home overlooking the Kaipara… The Dreamspace project was the final nudge for me; for Raewyn it’s the danger that prices will start ramping up here in Gisborne as they have in the Kaipara. All these money things – almost can bury the sense of wonder and adventure that should be in all we do – especially when starting a new adventure like Dreamspace Gallery and workshops…
The latest project, Dreamspace Gisborne. I gave a Pecha Kucha talk on Friday the 13th at the Dome theatre. It’s fun to participate in an evening where people of various walks of life share their passions, hobbies and missions… I posted on this in www.dreamspace.nz which is where I’ll tell the story of this project as it unfolds and put up related resources.
If you’re inspired by Dreamspace Gallery and Workshops, do go to it and click ‘follow’ so you get email notification when a post goes up there. www.dreamspace.nz . Posts also go to the Peter Harris Facebook feed – which is actually where most people read my posts and comment. But hopefully soon the dreamspace website will be a fun place to go for lots of stuff!
The updated Dreamspace ‘card’ with the web address on it:
Now with better photoshopping! And some words to the effect – if you like this concept, why not get in touch? Renaissance is a together thing… Share this image and message… website coming, looks like the name is DREAMSPACE, and the place, hopefully, is 61 Carnarvon. Early adopters who might want to share a space here, and also artists wanting to exhibit in a positive, spiritual space…and get true feedback by a variety of means. Also any ‘friends of Dreamspace’ wanting to be a part of the group/movement/process…? for my philosophy on art, see http://www.altarsofart.com – art is about the sacred, and Beauty Truth Love and Freedom – the Possible Human. The world has had enough reflections of its filth, nihilism and anti-romanticism. ‘There ARE still Blessed Isles’ (Zarathustra)
Two men looked through prison bars; One saw mud, the other, Stars’.