. a distant memory of when there were scents of bloom frequencies of unfurling unknowing yearning sensing across hills and hollows our childhood corroded the mournful call of the house over glaciers of youth and whispers tears alloyed by the hands of time you see us in the archive footprints…
death bodies, strung like pearls on a dark string hanging, holding each other and others remember I cared for you loudly and sometimes behind your back DON‘T EAT ME past the edge I fell held as a soaked pillow as a bowl of fur in the sun as a waterfall…
I fall from an ancient tower into soft mud nothing but fun pulled up by dinosaurs to burn in the eyes of a patient sun drink from oceans of past goodbyes a wonderful wedding where everyone else but me are dressed as god the wants and the wills endure the…
I may belong to just one word in a tenuous lullaby unsung by a silent bird my heart gropes for that single sigh in the swamps of lanterns lit the paths ahead bit by bit but never less grateful each day led tentatively I dream for absolutely nothing do I…
_______________________________ AIR.LIFE.CYCLES Eyes and Hearts and Bones and Stones beating breathing bursting battering bulging bold beauty basking in the Body of Home _______________________________ What is happening? diving into the (w)hole Tunnels under tables deepening submerging caves and bats a moles way searching…
I see you Do you see me? You carry me And I carry you On top and inside Farther than ever But always there You carry on And I’ll be here Looking for you ?
Integrating… embodying… Keeping a slow pace… Letting go of boundaries… Building my own cocoon so the darkness and the winter season can continue… Focus on touch, the sensations on my skin… A solar eclipse in my living room… Moments of silence at dinner Christmas eve… ❤❤❤
like a moth I waited to remember my strength that balance between rest and resistance remember my grey more water than brick unfolding is brave but so is waiting
… Going Receiving Offering… Leaving. …8: (and welcoming whatever arises in our midst and our in-betweens)
Who am I, when I am arriving…? When I am arriving… I am open… I am curious… I am vulnerable… I am tired… I am excited… I am me…