and so enter into a strain of elderflowers crystals dropping from above blossoming off the minds and fingertips behind the gate a love blossoming off fingertips familiar eyes once discovered a resting earth waiting for a moment to strike the sun sets into a night a gentle fever never-ending spirits…

the smell of the linden trees, the generosity of gentle summer breeze, the long, bright evenings. all of it calling out to me, pulling me towards the stream of life. all wants to live, taste, and sense. all wants to be lived and tasted and sensed.   and yet, my…

how does a dragon get to know its fire and learn to release it with control? and how does that affect the dragon’s capacity to change the system?   i am a dragon. i am katla   i have been full of rage my whole life. i didn’t know. they…

without rain without the flame without butterflies without air dream move love body hope without dedication without your eyes without a name without pain I am nothing “what is a home?” asks the rainbow

there is a rainbow there is a cliff who by chance catch each other’s attention “what are you?” asks the rainbow “in human words, I am cliff” replies the cliff “and in human words you are the soul of light seen through raindrops” states the cliff the rainbow beams and…

during my inhabitation the home is framed by elder and its delicious white flower foam. elder, the old safeguard to home and land that used to protect humans and cattle from harm. the one that marks the boundaries of the safe inner place and the outside world. the tree one…

… and what sprouts in my death?

do you feel how exhausted you are? we all are? our society, our non-human companions, our ecosystems, the so-called natural resources? might it be helpful to become aware of our numbing fatigue? how can we help each other being aware in a careful way? to dare feeling into our overwhelm…

What is breathing inside my breath?

I found the depths of dipping our darkest days into the hands of water. – The one who walks