CortOrbit: “Experience an artist.”
- Cortney Hèir
- Jan 14
- 2 min read
Today in CortOrbit, that realm, my ecosystem, where sacred events intersect in real time, I was writing, and the title on top of the page was “Experience an artist.” My bedroom was a Gothic architecture-style room; this is where I was compartmentalizing my deepest inner monologues into poems, seeking harmony, struggling, and destroying everything around me because I couldn't find balance within that storm. There was pain, resentment, anger, and withdrawal from what I consider a drug, love.
In this realm, earth, there’s a black ombre wine bottle in my bedroom with branches from the Christmas tree, draped in gold chains from all my loved ones; every piece of jewelry holds a memory, talisman. Somehow it found its way onto the floor, startling me, snatching me out of CortOrbit.
While I shot up out of my sleep, I was traveling through a timeline full of colorful streaks. The animal, the feline inside me became activated. I thought there was a predator in my home. But, no. It was getting too intense, a bit dangerous being in that scene.
The Art of Inner-Luxury = nourishing the unseen.
It’s a daily practice; an art that will be mastered over time, and there’s no fixed formula, which makes it more challenging, and magical I remembered once I aligned and reset this evening. I’m learning, adding more tools to my toolbox, in real time, just like what I’d like for you to embody.
My value isn’t dictated by the acceptance of man; I had to remind myself of that today. My highest self guided me to alchemize that darkness, that pain, that sorrow, I've been wearing for a bit, and use it for good. Being destructive isn’t brave.
Love is the strongest vibration, and it’s also the most lethal,
Love is my weakness, not lust.
So while I nourish and strengthen my mind,
What are you going to nourish? Xx.
Cortney Héir. <8
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Written by Cortney Héir
Founder, Maison de Héir
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