When the memory is made empty.

When is there the technical necessity to write?
I dunno.

It is not that urgent as before.

I follow impulses, but impulses come and go.

When is there the technical necessity to write in English?
I followed my impulses and authenticity.
At the same time, living at the Landscape, made me undo this technical necessity.
But when I looked a bit at the readers, the greatest amount is from abroad - obviously.
First, this was an intention. To break out. But also it was resonating with the Capitol,
where I used to live. Daily work was English.
Now at the Landscape, things are different. But then I saw: I created with the English
blog a wider scope, which was not my intention any longer, but just - is - and therefore...
has become a technical necessity.
The technical necessity is - I guess - when you don't think, or try, but when nature shows...
and you must do as an answer.

No translation.
I am composing all the blogs (about 500 or so) which I erased in a bundle. 'No Translation'.

Yesterday I made a special trip on my scooter, like it was the last time for me to do so.
It is travelling towards a new owner.

When is the technical necessity to sell?
I dunno.

I follow impulses.

It is matter. At the same time, it comes and goes with stuff and memories.
When I drove the scooter through the city, it was a symbol of independence.
When I drove the scooter through the Landscape, it was a symbol of moving and integrating.
From the buzz of the town, the scope became more peaceful and quiet.
Then we brought the scooter to the city for winter.
It was a symbol of: I live here, and I sometimes go back to the buzz, which is not my home any longer.
And yesterday, I drove the scooter back, finally as if I was really releasing the Capitol vibes.
I dunno.

We were at the Capitol this weekend for a food festival.
I used to be there, when I lived there.
Now, with a whole new life, we were there again.
My sisters from the States also flew in and also other people of their US marriage were there.
So actually, in the old situation, we all were totally new, but also to be continued.

Places. Locations. They don't exist. But at the same time,
they form anchor points to measure something in time.
So they are of function, to memorise without a memory, when the memory is made empty.

I drove my scooter for a few hours alone.
Apart from my own family life and apart from the buzz in town.
I was on my own trip, my own adventure.
This timeline between Capitol and Landscape, made me undo so much,
it helped me to become totally empty.

The assertiveness. Lately, my assertiveness pops up.
It is not yet so smoothly.
When the pleasing was sheltered for so long,
then the liberation of the realness bursts out.

Although I have become quite an adult person,
the technical necessity really pushes and moves me forward, when things go extremely slow
in a way of: let's undo the natural flow.
I don't admit people any longer to stop me from flowing.
Like water being forced through a deep and lower push, which is bigger than I.
Then my assertiveness comes to surface and I let myself being heard, no matter what.
This is different than the hurry, I used to feel, when I was small and fast and racing.

People, who stop the world from flowing, are innerly forced to move.

Move!

Godaya

Someone is sending me pictures of beautiful flowers.
But when I listen to the rhythm of the blog of today,
it should be something different qua illustration.
Otherwise I stop the natural flow of the flower.
Let's do 'this':

I wonder when the next workshop will be. I love the place where we can do it!
Did ya know that my new book: Open Heart Yoga is published? See: www.godaya.me