Hello fellow People. I decided to start this blog because I want to share and keep track, together with you, of my Experiment.
In French, Experience and Experiment are designated with the same word, “expérience” and it is in this spirit that I want you to understand my word, Experiment, here. Life is Experience after all and what is experience other than fierce and froliky Experimentation.
So the scene is the following. I’m in my mid-forties. I have a 20 year-old son who’s taking good care of himself and for whom I have set aside a small amount of money to help him, if necessary, during his University studies. I am finishing to pay off the mortgage for a small flat I bought when I was 26, situated in my home town. I am renting a flat in the city where I worked and have been living for the past 3 years which I sporadically share with 2 lovely people (who thus help me lower the above-mentioned rent), I have some savings (nothing radical, just something that allows me not to panic and gives me some leeway for the next 3 or 4 months).
Two weeks ago I burned out. And I decided not to go to work again.
What I decided to do instead is the thing I really want to do, the one thing that truly interests and intrigues me in this Lifetime now, the Curiosity that tickles me the most, and that is
to see what happens when we follow our real and authentic,
genuine and actual, moment-to-moment,
big and small,
glorious and banal
Not our judicious, common-sense, prudent and logical cerebral thinking, not our fears, not some plan, but our truest, most immaculate, in the moment prods, in the moment itches.
Do we live? Do we die? This we shall discover.
It is quite late, my dear fellow Humans and I will go to sleep now.
But do stay tuned, if you so desire, for the story of the Gentle Donkey, elucidations on why this blog is called The Weaver and, of course, for the periodic accounts of this Experiment.