091104; oil on wood panel, 21 x 22,5 cms

Green has long ago yielded for the reds, yellows and browns of autumn, and today the first snow is falling.

Recalling the last weeks or months, I find that I have spent quite some time teaching as well as learning from other people who, to some significant extent, live at the borders of language; be it by creative work (artists and writers), by neurophysical sufferings (people with dementia or autism), or by the cultivation of meditative experience – sometimes in combination, sometimes not.

Somehow, this seems relevant to the question whether there is a method to die.