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The tide

A trail of footprints behind you. Bare feet, left and right, just as you would expect them to be in the moist sand of a winters beach. Yet you leave none beneath you, levitating in air as if it was water. Big creatures of seaweed flocks the water’s edge; tall, round, grazing. Their shapes defined continuously by ebb and flow. Heather grows, managed by the same creatures, yet these seem…

The spreading fire

It moves without line. Without time. Quietly running, expanding and transforming, spilling through space, nourished by what was there before. Fingers and tongues licking red brick and timber, man and his story. The spreading fire resists definition, resists language – an elemental force that cannot be easily bound or held. It feeds and it catches, further and further, gently breaking down old seats and structures, preparing space for recovery and…

Prior to Ryslinge

Dear Ryslinge, I look forward to meeting the touch of your voice, your skin, your smell, and the energy you bring… I will share my interest in trust, daring and patience… what it means to be ‘in control’, to feel at ease and in contact with the world… To guide and be guided Flow  

Flame’s testimonial – Sensuous Learning School

I have done a school of being a body. More than I have ever been taught about being a human with a body in all of my school days. Now we graduate after life months. My body sense it as a lifetime indeed. How poetic expressed. Life months of a school of sensuous learning. What I have learned in this school will still be paying of life months, life years,…

There is a magic to know

There is a magic to know….available to all of us, waiting for us, longing for us, calling for us. I have, in my way known that magic, some part of it, some form of it. I have felt sensitive to it, known to appreciate it, to take it in. I have also known and carried the weight of a strange sort of amputated feeling, a deep longing that could not…

Everything I lost is inside me

I have lived in this Sisterhood for life months now. We are magnet; Drop, Flame, Weaver and me, Sad Dancer. When we met they were just images to me. Today every name has a taste, a sound, smell. I know how it feels to touch their skin, how salty their tears can be and where in their body they hide their longings. I can recognize their footsteps, their humming and…

The ritual of reflection

Everything I have experienced during the months with Sisters Performance Method feels like rituals to me now. I want to name them as individual classes, to explore and describe their transformative possibilities and manifestations within the frame of a ritual. But they are all entangled and interwoven. They come from many and from me alone and some of them have only just got roots while others have grown into new…

After Words

Dearest goodbye We talked in lines and moved between them   Collecting what we had we walked around it   Gifts of ideas all matter words naming the future more than anything else   Nothing Something Everything   We move around covered tangled laughing comes finally   No one Someone Everyone   Somebody said, when you are with someone you love, you don’t have to think so much you think…

Be Like A Strong Tree That Can Not Be Moved

What is my method? To Be Like a Strong Tree that Can Not Be Moved. When I feel afraid and get nervous – I will not Move. When I want to run away – I will not Move. When I feel sad – I will not Move. When I feel anxiety – I will not Move. When The FUCK FACE fill up my mind – I will not Move. I…

An untamed and flaming play

An untamed and flaming play