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…

. what made the glass spill? what made the earth stand still? what made the winds sing in the skies? what frightened the cat? . within a crescent moon there are infinity bodies waiting to be caught .