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another kind of horse

  Our story has already begun. You might know it, too. The most fascinating thought of all as I am sitting here writing to you is… actually you might know much more about US than I do   Fill my holes. Come!   Yes, I can see myself clearly… walking with my suitcase through the dark forest. The birds. Do you know how they sound at 2 a.m. ? at…

The hand

As I clean myself I try not to use the word wife I try not to use the word snipper. As I clean myself I try not to use the word hygge I try not to use the word insane. If I give you my hand it’s also my arm ect. Could I reach deep down inside myself pull out the glory?

The Rose / Desert(ed) Rose

Long before the birth of time, a clear crystal ball carrying the seed of the Rose, was propelling/spinning through cosmos. Dropping the seed, wherever it needed to be, the Rose was born into this life in a desert. There, her stem sprouted from a source stemming from deep underground. Traveling from deep within the Earth, the Rose had to traverse several layers of mud and consciousness in order to break…

The Goddess

I grow with the moon. I grew under the moon. I have grown besides the moon. I did grow in the moon. I have always, and never, and still to this moment and beyond been part of the moon and she a part of me. I reign over her and with her, but I am alone. I embody, control, work with, but most importantly I am femininity. I am fertility….

The Mouse

The Mouse inhabits the attention to detail and the cracks of History.  You’ll find it dancing on the tabletops or far down an unknown rabbit hole with a visitors curiosity. It follows the host with questions to scrutinise and map out the depths of the inner tunnels.  To see the big picture The Mouse looks for the insignificant. For the insignificant can hold enormous importance and knowledge we only understand…

The tide

A trail of footprints behind you. Bare feet, left and right, just as you would expect them to be in the moist sand of a winters beach. Yet you leave none beneath you, levitating in air as if it was water. Big creatures of seaweed flocks the water’s edge; tall, round, grazing. Their shapes defined continuously by ebb and flow. Heather grows, managed by the same creatures, yet these seem…

The spreading fire

It moves without line. Without time. Quietly running, expanding and transforming, spilling through space, nourished by what was there before. Fingers and tongues licking red brick and timber, man and his story. The spreading fire resists definition, resists language – an elemental force that cannot be easily bound or held. It feeds and it catches, further and further, gently breaking down old seats and structures, preparing space for recovery and…

Prior to Ryslinge

Dear Ryslinge, I look forward to meeting the touch of your voice, your skin, your smell, and the energy you bring… I will share my interest in trust, daring and patience… what it means to be ‘in control’, to feel at ease and in contact with the world… To guide and be guided Flow  

Flame’s testimonial – Sensuous Learning School

I have done a school of being a body. More than I have ever been taught about being a human with a body in all of my school days. Now we graduate after life months. My body sense it as a lifetime indeed. How poetic expressed. Life months of a school of sensuous learning. What I have learned in this school will still be paying of life months, life years,…

There is a magic to know

There is a magic to know….available to all of us, waiting for us, longing for us, calling for us. I have, in my way known that magic, some part of it, some form of it. I have felt sensitive to it, known to appreciate it, to take it in. I have also known and carried the weight of a strange sort of amputated feeling, a deep longing that could not…