Author: Student, Sisters Performance Method - Sensuous Learning, Ryslinge Højskole, Denmark

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…

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…

Everything I lost is inside me

I have lived in this Sisterhood for life months now. We are magnet; Drop, Flame, Weaver and me, Sad Dancer. When we met they were just images to me. Today every name has a taste, a sound, smell. I know how it feels to touch their skin, how salty their tears can be and where in their body they hide their longings. I can recognize their footsteps, their humming and…

The ritual of reflection

Everything I have experienced during the months with Sisters Performance Method feels like rituals to me now. I want to name them as individual classes, to explore and describe their transformative possibilities and manifestations within the frame of a ritual. But they are all entangled and interwoven. They come from many and from me alone and some of them have only just got roots while others have grown into new…

An untamed and flaming play

An untamed and flaming play

Blindfolded lunch at Ryslinge Højskole

The Flame relates to her surroundings through eye contact, but she received a gift from The Flow, during her lessons at Ryslinge Højskole, which moved The Flame to investigate this way of relating. The Flame manifested herself blindfolded during lunch time in the dining hall, the living room and the courtyard, which hummed with voices and was wrapped in darkness. This is her reflections while blindfolded.