In Norse mythology Yggdrasil is the Tree of Life watching over different aspects of the human experience. The stories lodged in the roots track the descents into the underworld where we trawl the darkness in search of forsaken treasures. Beguiling chronicles, hanging from the branches, then chant the ordinariness of life and the dilemmas of the human condition. Finally, mesmerising invitations, twinkling in the foliage, lift us towards the celestial crown where we pierce the veil of illusions and discover, to our utter amazement, the indivisible reality of love. 

So, what might the fruits of this mythical tree be? Mostly inner peace and outer joy. The tree of life is said to produce twelve fruits, one for each month. The number twelve is a constant for mapping the journey through life towards the vanishing point on the horizon, twelve steps to keep going as we stagger between light and dark and abide the gravitational pull to sail off into the unknown.

Wisdom traditions set the destination of the inner voyage in terms of ‘wholeness of selfhood’, something or somewhere that gradually emerges from following the impulse to know ourselves and from recognising, without any doubt, who we are in wholeness and what our gift to world is. This entails slowly peeling back the layers of the self-defined personality operating in specific social, cultural and historical contexts, then to wilfully shed the outgrown structures so as to unveil the numinous sense of self dwelling in oneness.

Having said this, this website is not a scholarly presentation of the ontological principles of wholeness, nor an erudite dissertation on the experiences of selfhood. I see it more in terms of art work, love’s labour chronicling my odyssey with wholeness. The art form, polished and burnished over the course of my own inner voyage, articulates words and music, in distilled forms inspired by minimalism flowing from radical simplification. The distillation enables me to ride the waves of awareness, on the inside, and explore the phenomenology of consciousness unfolding unto itself as it expands in love and compassion.

An odyssey inevitably takes us to the rims of intelligibility where transformation occurs between the darkness of not knowing and the light of a new wisdom gently spreading inside the stillness of a reordered inner landscape. An odyssey with wholeness draws us into the joy of the slow maturation of the second half of life, a mellowing that becomes all the more intense and luminous as we enter the last period of life.

This particular story starts with the decision to step out of my previous life in Switzerland and France and to settle down on Bornholm where I wanted to sow the seeds patiently collected over many years of working in educational innovation on paradigmatic shifts and tending to social ecosystems conducive to deep transformation.