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The helping hand

Try to ask your hand how it feels holding something you know very well.  Is there anything particular that comes to your mind?  The door knob? Sliding your hand through the grass in summer?  Think about all the things you have held and let go of.  Think of the pain and pleasure your hands have inflicted.  Have you ever held a gun? Have you pulled the trigger? How did that…

To Flow from The Goddess

another kind of horse

  Our story has already begun. You might know it, too. The most fascinating thought of all as I am sitting here writing to you is… actually you might know much more about US than I do   Fill my holes. Come!   Yes, I can see myself clearly… walking with my suitcase through the dark forest. The birds. Do you know how they sound at 2 a.m. ? at…

The hand

As I clean myself I try not to use the word wife I try not to use the word snipper. As I clean myself I try not to use the word hygge I try not to use the word insane. If I give you my hand it’s also my arm ect. Could I reach deep down inside myself pull out the glory?

The Rose / Desert(ed) Rose

Long before the birth of time, a clear crystal ball carrying the seed of the Rose, was propelling/spinning through cosmos. Dropping the seed, wherever it needed to be, the Rose was born into this life in a desert. There, her stem sprouted from a source stemming from deep underground. Traveling from deep within the Earth, the Rose had to traverse several layers of mud and consciousness in order to break…

The Goddess

I grow with the moon. I grew under the moon. I have grown besides the moon. I did grow in the moon. I have always, and never, and still to this moment and beyond been part of the moon and she a part of me. I reign over her and with her, but I am alone. I embody, control, work with, but most importantly I am femininity. I am fertility….

The Mouse

The Mouse inhabits the attention to detail and the cracks of History.  You’ll find it dancing on the tabletops or far down an unknown rabbit hole with a visitors curiosity. It follows the host with questions to scrutinise and map out the depths of the inner tunnels.  To see the big picture The Mouse looks for the insignificant. For the insignificant can hold enormous importance and knowledge we only understand…

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