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
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…
I’m traveling today. Shaded by Gorm’s old hat, I’ve traversed through wind & water to reach Sisters Hope Home. My period arrived as soon as my feet left land. My mind lingers, perhaps lost back at sea. The cycle begins on my first day in Sisters Hope Home. Hope and possibility, birth and rebirth. Gorm’s hat, an echo of a flower uprooted too soon, casts a heavy shadow on my…
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I’m returning to Sisters Hope Home, a place I feel I know a bit already, as a physical space anyways. I have some very clear memories from my previous inhabitation. My body remembers, too. But I also know this time will be different. Good! I welcome new experiences.Curious what will feel familiar, like coming home. And also to notice irritations: change, challenges, surprises. Looking forward to allowing it all to…
“ I want to thank everyone who came to my funeral (…)“ stop for a moment, press play, take three breaths and look around. Come back. continue being a witness… Her office was already dark when I stepped inside. Dimmed lights, I mean, suede turquiose pillows, soft carpet that makes one wanna live and love. She then lied down on this black carpet. With my hands, I prepared her body…
dissolving evolvingThe doors of perception infinite steps I have three homesIn a dynamic life circet The homes inside, with a garden and a view. The home inside. The homes inside.OutsideInsideOutside Going homeWith gratitude We Inhabit Mountains