I was once asked how I knew I had fallen in love. ”Why, it was when every day became poetry,” I replied. How would it feel then, to live as if you were always in love? That’s what I experienced at the Sisters Academy. Nothing was an accident at the Academy. A gorgeous, glimmering serendipity was everywhere, but accidents? None. Almost getting lost as one first entered the Academy, stumbling…
7 døgn siden jeg gik ind og ud. Oplevelsen sidder som en lille lomme af energi i mit bryst. Et lille regnbuefarvet egern der vil løbe rundt. Og putter sig op af hjertet når jeg sover. Jeres vision berører mig. Halleluja for en moderne skole/reformation af skolesystemet og opgør med det fornuft paradigme vi lever for/i. Skønt med et ligeså radikal indslag som da Grundtvig fik idéen om Højskolen –…
I am sceptical of the school system in a profound way. And it’s not just that it is a breeding ground for mobbing combined with adults inadequacy seeing it or dealing with it. It’s also because the principle of the system is viewing knowledge as something gained by repeating what others said before that is inherently conservative. To deal with this built-in problem the pupils must learn to question what…
It is now 10 days since I left my 24 hour visit as a student in the Boarding School, Sisters Academy. I have returned at a seminar by professor Göran Krantz EDUCATION BY THE SENSES Cognitive knowledge and sensible learning beyond the dichotomy of body and mind, this Sunday the 6th. And in next, the last week, I will be a visiting artist, researcher and teacher for 48 hours. During…
Dear Creature, i went into the boarding school and i came out as the forest. there is an echo still lingering in me, an echo of the poetry we created, the poetry that is still created in the enclosed space of the sister’s academy. something woke up and something fell asleep. the birds were singing and the crickets playing, and time stood still and went really fast and jumped between…
