my sister

My sister is softhearted, her world a wad of cotton, her perception fractured through an unfocused lens - like wearing grandma`s glasses and seeing nothing but milky intangible contours. Sometimes it is hard for me to find my way through the ambiguous layers she is made of.

Savannah consists of soft sheets. Me of a solid core.

looking down that valley (II)

so now that we have removed ourselves from all what happened and taken off the weights that were attached to our wrists & ankles and pulling us down into dirty shallows and keeping us away from where we were supposed to be,

and now that we have cleared ourselves from all that mud, and now that our minds are clear and our spirits (and our ability to see) and our surrounding and even our hearts, we can see where we want to go. our vision is clear and so is our energy.

This morning I woke up & I knew what I wanted to say & I knew what I wanted to rehearse and what I wanted to achieve, and Savannah knew too, and things worked out so perfectly - because we both knew.

there is a path (I)

the - at times - seemingly impossible happened! after a phase of abstraction and wanting to find the starting point while not knowing where to begin and not knowing how to build a frame we suddenly found our stage. we have made a halt. we have started to rehearse. and we are making progress. we ARE making progress!