Heavenletters

Dear Jochen,
in your final few sentences you are describing exactly how I am encountering this 'turning away'. Silence envelops us. Space is opened. Freedom becomes palpable, like a plum or a head of a suckling in my palm. I am overwhelmed - in the first days - by the 'immediateness' of this occurence. A sigh of gratefulness arises. The paces get lighter; some dance steps are on the way to get intermingled into the normal way of going and stepping with our two feet.

Yes - there is a hall of silence. Being a musician, I could feel the vastness, the wonderful resonating characteristics of it, the attractivity of it, with the effect: I wanted to enter it when higher aspirations arrived in my life; I wanted to enter it as often as possible; I cried when the intervals between the opportunities of playing music became too long, or, when other players stayed outside ... Higher aspirations, such as making music and improvising in full length, such as being pliant with my beloved one, such as sitting in front of a sheet of paper or of a prepared canvas, some moments before this disrobing secret of the first stroke appears or wants to appear, such as the first encounter and feeling going to and fro with a new born human being in our family - - all these silences - I remember them malleably and unforgettably, since dozens of years. And I am sure, I am carrying them to so called other worlds.

Be blessed, dear friend, Theophil