I am always in a relationship with the world around me. But I am not incased in the world of city life, its ideas and objectification of nature and people, or feel myself separated from my body’s sensitivity of the world. I am always present there. In a kind of reciprocity, and in a world where I am involved with its living inside. I feel it as I am drawn into a deeper relationship with the creative field of a living cosmos. In that, I am perceived as absent minded, often a passive object, someone that should be provoked to leave its personal ability to engage in the perceptual reciprocity of this being. But I am part of a process that we have learned to deny in ourselves, that involves another kind of understanding. Where we are not becoming a lifeless hollow shell parroting on others. The difference is the understanding that I don’t place the absolute ground of my being, the field of imagination in my head. Rather, my mind is inside this field of imagination. It is the container from where it works. It is in that I am given the ability to come into connection with Nature and to the living field of the creative mind of life. The thing is, its in everything, and belongs to everyone else too.