Us Talking and Growing ...
( fingertips on a favorite coffee shop table )
Most of these projects never felt like labor ... because first we built a methodology that treated every piece as a living thing. Beginning with the first layer that provided its first breath. The next level instilled necessary for thriving integrity and good character. The next space between unknown invisible barriers fostered what has been coined Wondrous Oyparaploo Depth. Receiver Turn transforms testimony into a lovely invitation. Never forcing resolution, ever. Or for sure by far most often. We trust any kind of engaged living material. The soft result is that being with any living piece of physical and virtual evidence can feel like being with a raw nerves opponent and mutual admiration society, during a same incident or span. Like fingertips connecting with the surface of a favorite coffee shop table mixed with the notion of never having to punch in at any rust belt factory of hollowed out humans.
Raw ingredients are the same kind of recipe of filed somethings and those results of extended day pondering to interrupted random hour night stream conjuring. We have unknowns reading for inner processing combined with a wide spectrum of more human than human emotions. No matter what they are, we have different spaces to live in. Slowly move through with Spirit and kindness.
We treat each living surface and sacred site the way we handle each work of something — as its own creature with its own needs to survive. A home isn't just a list of thin, straight, horizontal, line, mouth tasks, it's a Threshold of Warming Hearts and growing mysterious Cracks of Natural Light in Darkness Soul. Populated beyond walls and borders. Reaching out type of extensions. When we lay back in our own hospital to work on any answer and question asking or draft of vented belonging, we are borrowing what anyone on this planet could receive.
Living templates become our vocabulary the same way True Indigenous Trinity can be a blank to lush and diverse purpose, sensing its weight. We ask: which language speaks to what this urgent concern needs most, with quiet authority. Waking up and wanting any immersive Groove Scroll to not be so, in this industry, institutional lack of clarity and truth.
Eighty soft moving parts flowing through different mood — developing a new rhythm that feels like a batch of surreal sessions. We sense every one as servers with our receivers and monsters. Settle down but never come to a screeching halt, keep moving. Lay back and witness a collective patience accumulating. Keep using your gazing middle eye felt consciousness to study something unfolding in real time. With care. Never raging, pushing or rushing.
Oyparaploo content is first and foremost about flow. Certain answers are also Welcome Mats for Yurts picked up and used to influence actions. Craft of leave matters and things better than we found them. We grow and flow steadily, with each addition making our whole body more itself. Good Grounds documents stories. Decisions we make holds and serves navigation, that isn't in the foolish business of demolishing good relationships. Or stopping bridges in the process of being completed.
We write about our living journey and processes without killing any of them. We're not in a science class dissecting a frog. That would be deceased before anyone even realizes it. Every immigrant and privileged capitalization carries a real weight of something that was hidden. Out of sight. Decorations. We elevate key phrases into core concepts. A receiver might encounter then understand ... then immediately absorb our language and voice ... seriously and without needing any other less important distraction.
We work organically. Patient accumulation, trusting, sensing.
Fresh memories. Our morsels approach makes everything ripe for visions and imagery. We talk about what it is, what it carries, where on a sacred site it lived, what mood it desires. Over time, content by content, we are building a different type of library. One involved countless careful considerations rather than an archival dump. One that mirrors. Each piece gets its own special attention.
We keep a running manifest and maintain tracks or paths we were on. What was displaced. What's waiting to become a fine natural network. This type of manifest becomes conscious bridges extending over a river to where rivals live on the other side of a division. Each page of our story told teaches us something about the next turn. Spirit appearing unexpectedly can redirect a whole message. Maybe a ghost forces us to reconsider what we're serving. Snapshots and flashes into letting something lead rather than forcing a weak plan.
