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II. (closing)

– If I said that I missed you,  – If I said that I still thought of you smiling across the rug peering down shrouded corridors between feathers bird seed or prints in soil – it would be true.  – – We always feel so different,  our unfamiliar ropes fingers finding music through darkness and hesitation unsteady, uncertain – in dim rooms that gradually brighten.  – we reinvent, learn to…

Inhabitation ∞ 

. The house has never been so awake  only to sleep for a brief hour . . . The eyes by the gate planted a sunflower in the garden . . The cold days The rain pouring down a thunder created by You? . . The hot days Rays of sun a flowers bed . . The black wood visited by the hour smoke and fire . . . The…

Breathing.Breathe.Close your eyes.Go into the dark.

A travel to a sensuous world on the dark side. I am feeling scared, unsafe and disoriented after entering this other world. The gloomy surroundings with very little ligth, dark heavy curtains from floor to ceiling is between me and the outside world. The space is indeed very sensuous but in a completely other way than I expected. When I first heard and read about Gry Worre Hallberg’s vision of…

and re-exist

… a Visit  :8 many things Found and Losses mournedfamiliarity  AND  alienationin  AND  out  AND  in-betweenbeeing  AND  doinggive  AND  takeyes, noMAYbee Mind  &  Gutdried up  AND  oozingallow, hold, wait, releasesingularity – transition – simultaneousness past . PRESENT . future BeingMe(with) You All included ? on our way Home … 8:

The Motion existing with hope and connectedness

Existing blog. Arriving to existence. Feeling blessed and grateful for having this fulfilling and mind-blowing experience of life cycles in Sisters Hope Home. Grateful for having my senses sharpened and my feeling of connectedness in tune. In the following days I came to experience an intense sensing of everyone and everything passing me by, and a faith in life, a belief that everything around me develops as it should. That…

connections

ready but disconnected, decomposedsoil is called compostliving organisms recomposed, allowing to grow anew

dinner with a stranger

sitting down to dinner we removed our skin and dared to look into the silence passed the illusion of flesh. a shining spirit clings to a skeleton their teeth chattering afraid of the dark / afraid of the light there is a distant piano chord and the teeth, ivory keys now, disperse and travel in sea-shell patterns into the pit. into the pulse. we hung our faces on the washing…

decantation

decantation. the natural phenomenon of separating different elements over time and gravity. no tools. time. we are given time. more than ever, more than we are used to, more than we think we need. we just stand there, we just stay, we only are. we are kindly brought to stillness. and so, we allow space for gravity to reach us. gravity. gravity is constantly there pulling everything to the center,…

On the hour

On the hour that inhabitation infinity came to an end, my time device stopped working. I will not archive it. I will not repair it. I will keep it and wear it around my ankle as a reminder of what I experinced and learned doing the magical time in the home: That time is fluid, and that any time framework is contructed by us. We can alter the meaning of…

The Whale (Exist)

is sensuous inhabitation doing the things we would normally do, just infinity times slower? upon existing, over the fence, I saw two girls wearing your colourswondering if they could sense the delicate veil of spring flowers on the lawn beneath themor if later, their hands would linger together on a long silent goodbye as I child, I wanted the ocean people to carry me away, I wrote it all over…