“I stared out at the swamp, the master cook of nature and the grave of many. I could feel the wounds of the swamp, like I felt my bruises. The swamp and I were full […]
“I stared out at the swamp, the master cook of nature and the grave of many. I could feel the wounds of the swamp, like I felt my bruises. The swamp and I were full […]
In this blogpost, I share background, recommendations for DIWO sessions, and (screenshots of) slides that I have been using in the 15 online writing(with)plant sessions … that we have been organizing since November 2021 and […]
Eglė let me re-member my devastated grandmother in May 1945. The day the war was over and the Red Army on their way west, she decided together with her husband to flee within a matter […]
De rode regen is een prequel van De witte droom en De zwarte kou. Deze verhalen behoren tot de ‘kleuren van het wereldwoude web’. Mercedes, mijn hoofdpersonage in De rode regen, speelt een belangrijke rol […]
This website celebrates it’s 6th birthday today. Since I decided around autumn equinox 2018 to be vulnerable and share my observations, experiences and thoughts about deep human nature connection, the website has been changing a […]
This is a female text, a mix of an account of observations, thoughts and fragments of a fiction story-to-become on an inhabited island in the Stockholm Archipelago. This story happens on a coastline of the […]
Last midwinter holidays, I talked shortly with an old friend about upcoming travels, including to the Baltic States. I said I would return for work to Estonia and Latvia after a long time. Curiously, I […]
The woman at the edge : In the beginning, you think your story is about loyalty. Perhaps about true love. About becoming someone’s rock. You would be one of these thousands of virgins waiting at […]
Three years ago, I was reading “Barn Club – A Tale of Forgotten Elm Trees, Traditional Craft and Community Spirit” by Robert Somerville, as some sort of preparation for a new chapter in my career […]
To get things out of the way, I would like to begin my first blog with death. As integral part of, not in opposition to, life. Sweet foreshadowing of coming home, full circle. The western […]