Aphorisms on travelling

Dear Weaver

Dear Drop

Dear Sad Dancer

Dear Flame

Dear Journey Man

 

As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind…

The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I am not my eyes. Soon I will get to know you.

I will collect the sound of passing through – overcoming distance, steps, whistles, rhythmic rumble. All these sounds given by time, when moving through space. They will carry me there.

 

/Ekko

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We will be presenting our work, sensuous and arts-based methods and our take on sensuous learning at sensuous-learning-symposium, Liverpool, UK.

… 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: