Affection towards surroundings is the future of a sustainable inhabitation on earth and in the future society The ritual is an opening of affection, and it is situated in architecture and in the awareness of so Light, sound, smell, skin, surface, atmosphere, touch, sight – our capability to affect to everything that enclose us We are drawn into a hemisphere based upon fragments of time that constitutes itself as souvenirs…
What does home mean now? Invite the inhabitants to decide. Moving away from the uncomfortable familiar. I’m on my way home! Although a little timid, I look forwards to a sharing of participatory styles. To co-create.To contribute. To activate . To be polyvocal. To swoop the great sky. To find our voices. To fly. The Jay bird
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.
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…
. 8: Bzzz -Exist- BEE. Do__oo___ooo___oooooooo B e e e … A b S O r b . . . S u r r r r e n d e r r . . . Hummmmmmmmmmm ……. claim? … Claim … CLAIM! Breathe. Bee . Settle, Be. -H-h-h-h-arrive- Enter, Meet. . . . . . P.S. Note to fellow Beings I would potentiallyencounter in my transition time & space