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Visiting Inhabitant, Sisters Hope Home, Hedehusene, Denmark

If I were to speak of my love, I would return to the sweet elderflower brushing my nose tip in the summer, and to kiss-stains of pollen If I were to speak — stop — listen : do you hear how the cold salt water beckons us to turn back,…

Can we create a more poetic, connected and caring world, without being immersed in nature, in daylight, positive emotions, deep feelings of connection, and ethical imagination on how to serve and create a better world, for the emergence of a ‘new normal’? Is there a place or need for shutting…

Breath. Deep. Again. What is inside me? What is around me? What is…

The rhythm of my body has become synchronized with its true state, with the rhythm of the earth. Stone.stone – a beginning place, a deeply regulated state of being. Breathing effortless, mind still, awareness open. Re-sensitized, sensorially awake. De-armoured. Unlearning the shut downs from over-stimulation, the protective shields that makes…

With ease Be with ease Go and be with ease   … 8:  …

For when I miss your little faces I run and run, I interlace us I power through these tiny spaces And mix them all in my own bases Damn! These laces!

For when miss your little faces I run and run, I interlace us I power through these tiny spaces And mix them all in my own bases Damn! These laces!

(of my stay by the end of the old year) Outside the gate of Home in winter light a small fragile egg rolled towards me its golden glow dissolved my sight and my skin became transparent I glimpsed in the mirror on the wall a bluish silhouette approaching us; I…

We stay like stars in the night sky. The memory falls apart. Even just an instant is enough to scattered love on every path of life.   Let’s dance with our humanity, bringing with us the baggage of what we have been. Unconscious architects of our destiny we cultivate a…

The world is collapsing The forests are burning The old paradigm crumbling We stand in the midst of the ashes War, famine, disease The darkest hour is at its peak We gather the ruins Collect the coal and Shed our tears On this coming new moon We will alchemize Turning…