dreamtime

Just got back from our yearly summercourse on Langeland and it always unfolds magically as a potion of equal parts technique and this other ingredient, that is hard or impossible to put into words.

It has to do with the release of tension around occupying a mutual space.
There is during that week more being and less doing and with that trust in life begins to unfold.
We put the seed in the ground and the nourishment, the way, as one of my students put it, we water the dry places in ourselves and eachother, has to do with being open and honest.

Showing our faces.
Sharing.
Sharing words and silence.
Sharing our laughter.
Sharing our tears.
Our anger.
Our fears.
Sharing our humanity,
Our womanhood.
Our voices in song.
Feeling vulnerable.
Feeling strong.
We were silent together, ate together, moved together, sang together, danced together, walked together, swam together.
and yet alone ...
And the changing weather mirrored our inner changing weather.
The ocean different every moment.
The trees of the coastline, silent and tall beech-trees were a solemn reminder of being rooted to earth.

Every day I wrote a morning poem and an evening poem which I will share with you here (in Danish):

Morgen:
Går med tavse stammer under en regntung himmel
ser to havnymfer genforenes med et stille hav
ikke en krusning - går hjem i regn

Aften:
Udsøgt ro - storslået himmel
vi er så små
et fuglevæsen synger en godnatsang for mig et sted uden for mit vindue

Morgen:
Himlen slår sprækker mod øst
alt buldrer af blæst i trækroner og oppisket hav
overgiver mig lattermildt til bølger

Aften:
Trætte kroppe i aftensols rav
nøgne i hav
ømme fødder, et øjebliks vemod

Morgen:
Solen, mit gyldne barn, viser sit sande ansigt
ikke en vind
gøgen, solsorten, lærkerne og alle de andre har dannet et sublimt kor

Aften:
er en øm træt krop
smertende knæ og underliv
varm om hjertet under en rød dyne

Morgen:
Søvn plaget af mine tre mænd
det ydre vejr afspejler det indre
gråt og rugende

Aften:
ser himlens mosaik fra bakketop
solen danser muntert på horisonten
et pindsvin grynter, et øjeblik forstyrret i sin jagt, og lunter videre