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Tribute to Inhabitation Air & to the first and last build-up of Sisters Hope Home. Written at Sisters Hope Home during & following House Clearance of Inhabitation Air. Published during House Preparation of Inhabitation Infinity in heart-bursting memory of  Balance Curious Crescendo  Dramaturg Spreading Fire Spring  Timer  Air-Root Asteroid Ear Entropy & brother Glow Pieces Pioneer Sister Surfer Tide A ghost at Home – at the same time coexisting in…

II. Where’ve you gone, my darling love? She cried. You’ve disappeared. – I can’t hear the soft rising and falling  of your chest in the night,  or taste the bite of your fingers  clamped sweetly  around my own.  And it’s not until I close my eyes shut that your face appears to me. – [the gate shifts on its hinges, lavender stalks shrug and bend] – I’m still here.  I’m…

the sweet sting of nettles. withered chestnut flowers, a burst of green bloom.about to turn in-ward. to be tranformed into images behind closed eyelids.

I look ahead, the manifestation streches out before me as an ocean, I am waiting to go in, one small step at a time. What will happen when we dive in completely? Will we know that it has happened, before it is over? – The Fruit Carrier

Time can not be controlled – Sometimes it runs out before you wish; and I happened to exist life days before planned time with a big help from Blue (who might not be Blue anymore). So, I left Home on a airy spring day, accompanied by children’s voices in play on the other side of the exist-door. Existence in spring smelled of white blooming trees.

Coming this morning from morning sea bath. It is like being embraced by the sea, the morning wind, in clouds with rooms of sunshine. I prepare myself for traveling to Sisters Hope Home. I feel light, flexible, fast in my wondering, nervous excitement

Look at you. Look at the way you stand there, as a body in this universe. Waiting to enter the Sisters Home. Waiting just like me. To sense the unsensuous. The impossible dream. Waiting for the wonderful honesty. Look at that body. Look at this body. Capturing the YOU inside a costume of skin. Moving towards the next destination. Moving without knowing, only by believing. So much insecurity. So much…

I am a traveller without a destination. I do not choose destinations. They present themselves to me. I am grateful to have arrived at Sisters Hope Home, a destination I could never have imagined, knowing in advance that I would never want to miss. As each destination carries the promise of the next, I wonder which one will come to me now.

The joy of sensing and playing (Thank you for making this grand vision come to life) The importance of light (Thank you for the garden) The comfort of a clean towel and the warmth of deep conversations, a cup of coffee and a fire (Thank you dear Gardener and Spreading Fire) (and a warm thank you to Timer and Flow) The Housekeeper

I am a solid Rock, that sometime Appear in the fluid water that is Life: powerfull, flexible – in extended time. I am looking forward to be coming to Sisters Hope Home in April: humble, flexible – and just in time…