Regular versus irregular…Confessions, lots of excuses and some insights to the work!
- Berrak Yedek
- May 12
- 6 min read
Blog 12/5/2025

It is Sunday, yes one day before the blog day and I have decided to start writing at 15:51 on this sunny afternoon. And yes, last week there was no blog. And I will of course confess why I wasn’t able to write. I have partly done so to one of my readers, who I happened to meet at yesterday’s Dance Improvisation Open class at Limpid Works. (She is beautiful, brazilian and her name is Rosane), and she in her enchanting singing voice told me gently and politely that she is following my blog every week, and somehow couldn’t find last week’s blog 🙂 I of course apologized and gave about 10 excuses why I hadn’t and even said that I will explain in the next blog why I hadn’t.
And she covered me in loving compliments about the blog. I was enchanted to know that she enjoyed the music, and that she went on searching about the composers, even went to a concert of one of them after reading about them… that she feels like doors opening to many different worlds, when she is reading the blog. I am very happy that she has a good time with all this. (Besides reading my blogs, she is actually part of the last cycle of the Somatic Dialogue Facilitator Training, and she is currently doing her apprenticeship and soon will be part of the Somatic Dialogue facilitators, just as all the other 11 facilitators-to-be 💙)
Confession time
Nearly every morning for about 15 minutes, while sipping my morning tea, I read the Confessions of Saint-Augustine. And believe me it is not because I am copying him, but because I felt so guilty last week when I couldn’t keep my word and write the blog. Already the week before I had a delay due to the hangover… but last week I was actually too tired, and also pleasantly empty and full at the same time. I had the need for deep reflection. Therefore I promised to confess at least why I haven’t been able to write.
Regular vs irregular
I am the sort of creature that does everything in their power to keep regularity. I have a reputation of being disciplined. However I am not disciplined because I identify as being disciplined. I simply do and repeat my actions because I want to. I am regular because the regular rhythm gives me safety and depth, and makes me present in everyday life. However, all my dreams and fantasies are about being irregular. I love irregularities, I love surprises, sudden changes. I love the irregularity of nature.

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