Sisters Hope Home

A Letter

I came with the wind endless time ago curressing the surface of the ground making it shiver making it soft

I WAS BORN

I WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD VERY WANTED WHEN I ARRIVED THERE WAS JOY, CHEER, HAPPINESS PEOPLE CRIED OF HAPPINESS WE PLAYED, HUGGED, SANG,DANCED AND DREAMED WE DIGGED IN THE EARTH, SWIMMED IN THE WATER FLEW IN THE AIR AND DANCED IN THE FIRE WE SAW DEATH WE SAW LIFE WE HELD EACHOTHER WARM DURING COLD NIGHTS WE LOVED WE BURIED OUR LOVED ONES AND KEPT ON LOVING {WINGSPAN}

perfection

I met perfection at the top of the tallest tower you can imagine of solid black rocks heard the voice from my bed of white feathers mesmerized by her song walking the air stone stone stone steps to the very top of the tower there I found perfection the most beautiful siren with black velvet wings and a black surface on her face she sang to me – here I…

Putting down roots

Putting down roots can be scary. The deeper they grow, the more painful the uprooting will be. Is it worth growing roots in a place if we know we will not remain there? We constantly struggle with the impermanence of existence. Home is a story we tell ourselves, in which we do not have to face the fact that this too shall pass. The truth is that no home is…

this time I fell

. this time I fell trembling like a feather from a hovering bloo space in unimaginable loops and whirling wills only to land on the invisible skin of a heavenly creature . and I lost my blue eyes for a moment forever to the perfect time in the middle of a night in the nowhere garden becoming us air . . . true ….. . . . . . ….

II. (closing)

– If I said that I missed you,  – If I said that I still thought of you smiling across the rug peering down shrouded corridors between feathers bird seed or prints in soil – it would be true.  – – We always feel so different,  our unfamiliar ropes fingers finding music through darkness and hesitation unsteady, uncertain – in dim rooms that gradually brighten.  – we reinvent, learn to…

Inhabitation ∞ 

. The house has never been so awake  only to sleep for a brief hour . . . The eyes by the gate planted a sunflower in the garden . . The cold days The rain pouring down a thunder created by You? . . The hot days Rays of sun a flowers bed . . The black wood visited by the hour smoke and fire . . . The…

Breathing.Breathe.Close your eyes.Go into the dark.

A travel to a sensuous world on the dark side. I am feeling scared, unsafe and disoriented after entering this other world. The gloomy surroundings with very little ligth, dark heavy curtains from floor to ceiling is between me and the outside world. The space is indeed very sensuous but in a completely other way than I expected. When I first heard and read about Gry Worre Hallberg’s vision of…

and re-exist

… a Visit  :8 many things Found and Losses mournedfamiliarity  AND  alienationin  AND  out  AND  in-betweenbeeing  AND  doinggive  AND  takeyes, noMAYbee Mind  &  Gutdried up  AND  oozingallow, hold, wait, releasesingularity – transition – simultaneousness past . PRESENT . future BeingMe(with) You All included ? on our way Home … 8:

The Motion existing with hope and connectedness

Existing blog. Arriving to existence. Feeling blessed and grateful for having this fulfilling and mind-blowing experience of life cycles in Sisters Hope Home. Grateful for having my senses sharpened and my feeling of connectedness in tune. In the following days I came to experience an intense sensing of everyone and everything passing me by, and a faith in life, a belief that everything around me develops as it should. That…