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…
Like another world, like my world or my lost family that I have misted so mutch… my body opens op and my soul become clear and strong. Like finding back to myself after all those years…. Thank´s for creating this space where this kind of meetings is possibel.. I miss you alot and looking forward to see you soon again… Best . Her spirit
Digging in the sand under stones. Layers of earth, layers of Words. Cascades and fire charged with rage. The unprocessed has awakened. The hidden, the past. Here is the end of discharge. The deep repository secret. Connection. Engage. Create the new. The vision of a new civilization. The sustainable. Everything that will be kept alive. Energy, synergy. Together.
also goes by the name Next Wave. Perhaps she will be Den Melankolske Livsnyder. After her stay at the Academy she still has an eternal attraction to the maritime. She enjoyed the dissolving of time and passed on the intriguing objects-in-space game, – hoping that it will stay on the curriculum of the Academy (Air and The Untamed knows it). If a blindfolded guided tour of the Academy should be…
