teaser for __ ‘Arriving Nowhere (now, here)’ __ an experimental short film on deep presence, intuitive movement and the nature of Impermanence
echoing the Tandava, Shiva’s cosmic dance of creation & dissolution, the film follows a natural unraveling of the need to know, to name, to arrive anywhere. . . until what remains is a rewilding of the spirit
produced, directed & filmed by @wu_wei_studio across ancient landscapes in West Bengal and Karnataka, India with @muselifemodeling
@chilula_jewelry@maykogel
“In the ocean of myself,
waves rise and fall,
but I am not shaken.
I am the infinite deep
in which all things appear to rise.
I am not in the world,
the world is not in me.
I am pure, I am unbounded.”
- Ashtavakra Gita (7.1-7.4)
I watched as Ori moved like the seasons
thawing from the inside out
blue stillness gave way to breath
black and white, inhale and exhale
a moment suspended in between
and then warmth
not the kind you chase
but the kind that returns
when you stop forcing
@oricohenyoga 🪷
#iyengaryoga #iyengaryogateacher
it’s dusk on Lake Kivu. all around, fishing boats slip into the water and the air fills with “ibyivugo”. whistles, along with ancient songs & poems are chanted for praise and unity by the fishermen, to pass through the night with ease
up on the hills beside the lake, the rhythm continues as Arabica coffee, shaded by banana trees, grows slowly in the rich volcanic soil
thank you @visitrwanda_now@rdbrwanda for this trip to witness inspirational & community-based tourism in your beautiful country
the silk worms are gathered from the forest, nurtured in shaded cabins and their cocoons extracted peacefully by the local community only to keep the cycle going
I find this similar to how the artisans behind these slow-fashion garments pass traditional knowledge generation after generation…
made with much love
@rilast_erisilk_weaving_khweng@nesfas
if you’re curious about the communities in Meghalaya (north east India) or looking to expand on ancestral knowledge, I highly recommend a visit to Khweng village
the chief poured rice beer and told me he once shapeshifted into a tiger.
a year ago, I returned to the rainiest place on earth for the second time… Meghalaya, North East India
not as a visitor this time but as someone who had been invited back by a deep curiosity to document ancestral wisdom together with writer & chef @shahar_plautt
what was coordinated as a 10 day exploration ended up with me staying for over a month, moving slowly between forest villages, listening more than documenting
foraging for mushrooms and edible plants, witnessing the art of ahimsa (peaceful) silk weaving, drinking rice beer and eating smoked cow skin (tastes like doritos) with a village chief that tells me of shapeshifting into tigers and deers
spending time with those still living in close rhythm with and reverence for the land was transformative
this place holds a memory of how humans once lived elsewhere. with the earth, not against it
and the amazing @nesfas are doing a great job preserving those ways
hoping you’ll get to feel something too with some of these frames from the journey to Meghalaya. more soon…