Sister Hope Home is a few days away and we are curious about our inhabitation exploring the poetic and sensuous modes of being and being together. Our aesthetic inhabitation will be driven by a curiosity of exploring the collective wisdom and intuition. The past year has introduced us to and…

It began with the sound of the soothing song of the Black bird and its hectic, laborious upbringing of two or more broods of bickering hatchlings per summer – That was my image of the teacher I am becoming (willingly or not), and a suitable poetic background to the challenge…