Silence. Beauty. Care. This for me was Sisters Academy right away. Then I encountered myself and my father, who’s been gone for more than a year.
Not talking, not listening to the noise of the world, is a liberation. Sisters Academy was for me a liberation from the ugliness of the acoustic aggression.
And then came the intensity, the honesty and the grounding of Sisters Hope rituals, that are out of our time and still in it, stretched, enlarged, suspended.
A day at the Academy felt like a year of really effective teaching at a boarding school, where the classes are infused with poetry and joy regardless the subject.
Thank you Sisters Hope, I’m longing to come back to your sensuous society,
The Harbour
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