I am transcribing a note I made in August 2020 after the YARROW Trituration: 

“stepping into the fleeting moment, how can you show up in it without destroying its fleeting nature?“

It really resonates with me. This desire to be with something, be immersed in it without changing its quality through my presence. The impossibility of that of course. And the utopian tingle from somewhere that it might still might be possible in some mysterious ways. Or an unjustified hope? A yearning for sure.Fear of my destructive nature ( as a human, as a body with bones and flesh)

I am listening to a martial art master talking about repetition and that repetition is crucial in training muscle memory. Muscle memory is crucial in order to learn, to improve, to get better at it, „know“ something.

And I am thinking to myself: what is that knowledge received from plants without muscles. Without bones. Is this knowledge made for muscle memory at all?

“knowing is just to move on!“ ( YARROW)