My Husband decided to make the walk to the top of the rise above the villa. I filmed him doing it, and then decided I wanted to be there too. When I got there I found myself thinking, 'I needed to get above this place', to where the air was breathable again. I looked down on it and it didn't seem so disturbing any more. Who knows what past lives we may have had? I am still not sure if these are memories or I pick up memories that just seem to linger in places.
This evening we went to a lecture on document conservation at out local archive. I helped make Allepo Gall ink and it turned purple, I got some goose feathers too, so I will have a go at writing with them. Again I found this strangely familiar, also the smell and I found myself thinking of Nostradamus mixing his gum arabic into his mixture and looking into the resinous shiny surface of the ink before adding the iron. This is more so where I think he saw his visions, as it was mesmerising me. I thought of the word memnotic.
Perhaps the things we do, that have been done for generations release deep memories stored somewhere in genetic memories?
I would like to read the book I mentioned, and perhaps see this film footage.
I do think perhaps we deal with evil within our society in the name of mammon. This idolatory of wealth that does not see the suffering of the person we have taken sustanance from their love for life, love for others, and love for the labour they give to others. Franklin J Roosevelt was it who said 'time is money'?
If I have all the time I want, I must be very rich! I am off for supper.