Somewhere in between mouthfuls I look up. I look up and catch your eyes across the table. Mid-air, hovering wet. Break. Break. With a breath I pluck them both, scoop them up from somewhere above the water pitcher, and put them in my pocket safe. Blinking, we continue. – Punch lines delivered backs of hands kissed stories shared, ripe and full skins shining red This songs melody dogged and swerving…
The last workshop is over. Number five. I was lucky to have the neighbouring group joining my group from the start because few people showed up. My colleague volunteered to take his students with him. Pre-liminally, the group was lined outside the door in the same way as the other days. I began the listening part while they were in the line with eyes closed. They were asked to spread…
“I observed the Sisters Academy #1. And what a ride, what beauty blossoms – and luckily its ending is only and firmly the beginning. The waves are echoing in the landscapes of education, culture, societal development – and the movement continues… Already new sights unfold…and the seat-lings are blooming. They were brave! I hope they remember to continue living it.” See Observations of The I #1 and #2.
The world of sisteres academy. In two weeks i have been sensing tasting and talking a driftnet language. it have been a derney worth to try a derney where you have trust your self and to bee brave, becurese you have to be open, and you have to say yes to a lot of streans thinks, and that can be scary for a lot of peapole, I have been lucky…
