…these grey humid northern mornings of silence,transposing us {sophia} directly into former true medieval times,
backyards workshops, monastery cloisters, grey-green forest glades...
...such moments seeming to be the invocation of our world {gaia} as the cosmic place of fertility, reproduction, amphigony, the air filled with floating water, giving the consolation of the fluid liquid essence of {maria} mother matter,
giving birth to existence….
