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Singular Architecture is architecture aligned with Nature. Nature is holistic, and holistic environments are fabricated places within which we tell a story. Singular Architecture is an instrumental labyrinth of pathways and intersections. Walking through the labyrinth, the story told is one of resonating natural connection.

As intervention into artificial environments, it shapes places as medicinal tonics for the birth of authentic culture. SA tectonics architecturally engage a continuum of energetic translation between people and place, from the microcosm within our bodies to the macroscope of spiritual space.

Shifting toward increasing potential from one generation to the next, Singular Architecture facilitates sustainable growth, from the innovation of authentic culture. When we breathe life into our architecture, our architecture will breathe life into us.

--- Heather Hoeksema, Architect


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

'BLACK SHEP'

by Heather Hoeksema

 

There once was a little girl who lived in a place shaped like a mitten.  She thought because it was shaped this way, that she was safe and warm.  Until one night, while she lay sleeping, she heard deep voices yelling.  Hands held over her ears, the sound still came through.  Covers over her head the sound still penetrated.  Then her mother walked through the door.  She climbed into bed with the little girl and started crying.  The little girl not knowing what to do held her mother trying to ease her pain.  As her mother came to quiet, she stood with light and walked out her daughter’s bedroom door.


The next night, the deep voice yelling happened again.  Afraid, the little girl fabricated a bubble around her self to muffle the sound.  Eventually the heavy sound subsided, until the next night.  The deep dark voice yelling was even louder.  So she climbed in her bubble again, hoping to feel safe.  The penetrating sounds continued, vibrating louder and louder, until her bubble turned into glass.  Thinking she was safe she began to fall asleep.  Then the sound grew to a higher pitch.  The bubble shattered.  Not knowing what else she could do, she fell asleep in shards of glass.


As she lay sleeping she began to dream.  Her dreams took her to another place and time.  She dreamt she was older.  She had travelled to the land of brightness, hoping her mother would follow her.  She waited and waited.  But her waiting was in vain.  In her dream, seven town’s people from the mitten had come together and decided to never let her see her mother again.  There was a boy in a man’s body, a judge, the judge’s wife, a doctor, lawyer, a belladona, and a money handler with lips.  The judge had made a deal with the big man that governed the mitten.  They had all done some very bad things, and knew the little girl was aware of what they had done.  Crying in her sleep she continued to dream as she lay in the shards of glass.


Her bubble having burst, she traveled to the ancient stars.  She told them of her dream as she trembled in fear.  The ancients gathered around her radiating safe light.  They told her not to worry.  They said ‘sleep without fear, we will take care of you’.  So she began to travel back to her bed.  As she moved through the ionosphere, she could see her tears below raining on the earth.  She floated down into her bed and dried her eyes.  Exhausted from her journey, she slept as if a heavy blanket lay atop her body.  She was too tired to hear the deep voice yelling.


The next night, as she slept in the glass, she dreamt again.  She became frightened.  She was older still, and the big man that governed the mitten had let the people drink heavy water.  The water was so heavy that the children who drank it could not stand without shaking.  New born babies convulsed in their sleep, as the metal in the water shifted through their blood.  The little girl cried and cried.  Not knowing what to do, she traveled to the astral labyrinth of the stars again.  She floated to the center of the galaxy to tell the ancients what she saw.  The ancients were angry about how the big people on earth were treating the children.  They stood in a circle around the little girl to comfort her.  They told her not to worry.  They said ‘go to your bed and sleep sound, knowing soon things will be okay’.  So she listened to them.  Crying upon her descent through the atmosphere her tears turned to snow.  She was feeling colder and colder as she learned more about the world.  Still, she landed in the glass and fell asleep with the words of the ancients echoing through her.


The third night, as she fell asleep in the shards of glass deep voices still pounding, her eyes blinked to a close.  Another dream came.  This time her visions expanded beyond the mitten.  She dreamt she was even older.  She had not seen her mother in years, the soft skin of her wrinkled hands a faint memory.  She was in the land of brightness, where everyone smiled with bright teeth.  Some even smiled without reason.  Many big men had taken metal and placed it everywhere.  There was so much brightness, that the butterflies stopped coming.  They could not find their way in all the flashing light, and the sanctuary fell asleep.  The little girl woke crying and crying in her sleep.  She knew without butterflies, there would be no seeds pollinated and the people would not have any food to eat.  All across the country the brightness scared the butterflies away.  Unable to navigate they flew south to the forest land, where they found safety.  Afraid for the people, the little girl traveled once again to the labyrinth of the stars.  Walking the line of the horizon across the center of the galaxy, she went to the ancients.  She told them what she saw.  She said ‘if the people kill the butterflies, where will you go?’  The ancients were feverish with anger.  So that night, they let the little girl fall asleep in the comfort of the stars.


As she slept they descended down to the telluric surface of earth.  They met with the seven people who had been keeping the little girl and her mother apart.  They gave them a choice.  They said ‘will you accept what you’ve done, and make things right?’  The people, narrow with fear of what they had done, refused.  So the ancients had them gather in the square place.  Within the square the ancients placed mirrors.  The mirrors were two way, so the people saw themselves and each other at the same time.  Then the ancients built a wall around the square and painted the sky yellow.  They said ‘you can go home when you realize what you’ve done’. 


The town’s people walked through the mirrors, trying to figure out how to escape.  The money handler looked in the mirror seeing the lawyer on the other side.  As it tried to speak, only computer keys spilled from its mouth.  The lawyer looked in a mirror, trying to speak to the doctor on the other side.  Twisted tongues came from through his teeth.  The judge’s wife saw her husband through her reflection.  As she opened her mouth, her lips became those of all the other women he had been touching.  The doctor tried to run, stopping still in front of a mirror, with the judge’s wife on the other side.  Pills spilled from his mouth.  The judge tried to hide, only to see the reflection of himself with his wife on the other side.  As he started to say he was sorry, pictures of his daughter projected from his lips.  The belladona loved to stand in front of the mirror.  As she gazed at herself, she saw the boy in a man’s body on the other side.  As she tried to kiss him, dollar signs blew from her breath.  Her eyes glazed over as she tried to blink.  The boy was the last to see his image.  He walked to the only remaining mirror.  As he stood in front of the glass, all he could see were his black eyes.  He couldn’t find the words to describe what he saw, as his eyes slowly became invisible like the rest of his body.  The people stayed in the square until they fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of mirrors.


Then the ancients took the big man aside.  They asked ‘why do you let the children drink water that is so heavy?’  The big man replied ‘I only think about myself… why should I care how other humans feel?’  The ancients were horrified.  So they took the heavy metal out of the water and with it built a line of bars, placing them close enough together so a child’s head could not fit between them.  Then they gave the big man a choice.  They said ‘you can choose which side of the bars to stand on’.  So the big man walked to the right side of the line.  Then the ancients built three more block walls making a room around the big man, and painted the walls blue.  They took some glass from the little girl’s bed and filled in the spaces between the bars.  Then they invited one of the children that drank the water to see from the outside in, the man that made the people feel heavy.  The small child, weak and in pain, limped to the faucet that channeled water into the room. The child turned the handle counter clockwise, and walked home to rest.


Then the ancients met with the other big men.  They said ‘do you realize that if the butterflies die that the people will have no food?’  The big men replied ‘yes, but we have enough for ourselves so why are you saying we should worry?’  The ancients again, were furious.  So they walked the big men toward the brightest of lights.  In front of the big men’s feet they painted the ground red.  They said ‘from this day on, you will only be able to walk in a straight line’.  Paralyzed with fear, the big men could not turn.  They mumbled some words, but no one listened.  The butterflies began to fly around them, and the children began to dance.  Flowers grew and seeds were sewn.  Happy sounds resonated throughout the land, as the mitten unraveled and the children were free. The ancients returned to the horizon connecting the galaxy, to check on the little girl.


Finding her well rested, they promised her everything was now okay.  She embraced them in thanks and descended from the astral labyrinth of the stars in peace.  As she floated down through the clouds her tears turned into glass.  She was cold, but she knew the ancients were going to protect her and the other children of earth.  Her sharp tears landed in her bed.  Landing atop her glass tears, she was tickled and giggled.  In her room, flowers bloomed and golden fields grew tall like sunshine.  As she slept in peace, the ancient souls of the labyrinth traveled down to make sure their promise was true.  Happy to see her sleeping in peace they nodded to each other.  They gathered the shards of glass and began to piece them together.  Deep voices still yelling, the child slept care free with heavy lids through the night.  When she woke, she couldn’t believe her eyes.


Resting in the golden fields around her were two wings, like those of the glass winged butterfly.  Delicate and light they inflected the prismatic beauty of the flowers all around.  Next to the wings, the ancients had left a note.  It said ‘this pair of wings is for when you are older, and come to understand that it is okay to love.  We know you are afraid to feel now.  But there will come a time when you are safe again, every day.  When that time comes, you can use these wings to fly to your mother to make sure she is safe too.  She will feel the wind of your wings above her and know that there is some one that cares for her like you once did, that night so long ago when she climbed into your bed.  She will feel loved because of the strength you found to fly.’  Reading the note, the little girl smiled timid but true. 


That morning her mother walked into her room with wrinkled hands and starry eyes.  She glowed with light and was singing softly.  Her mother’s song sang inside her little girl’s body as they embraced.  Then they let go.  As her mother floated away, the little girl packed her things one at a time.  Her books, her ruler… she left her photographs behind.  As she watched her mother in the distance, she cried one last tear.  Neither snow nor glass, her final tear was real.  It landed in her hand.  With this hand she picked up her wings, placing them under her arms, and walked out the same door her mother entered in fear so long ago.  Looking up she saw the ancients and wondered if she would ever need her wings.  Her mother had joined their circle of light.  Waving goodbye to her mother, her steps were light but swift.  As her mother waved back she winked at her little girl, and stretched out her arms to the horizon.  Then a breath of wind caught the underside of the wings and her little girl began to fly.  The sun light flickered through the glass windows in the wings, reaching the ground radiating peace and harmony on the children of all the land.  The snow melted and flowers bloomed everywhere.  Turning into dancing butterflies, the flying flowers followed the little girl toward the golden light of the sun.