The Art of… Job Hunt {Day 3.}
What about my polishness? Denmark is my new home, Poland is my homeland. Can I be a connector? It’s not a split, it’s richness.
Lad os gOre det sammen. Jeg tolker, fortolker, forbinder…
Jestem w polskim lesie. To tylko mały fragment polskości, ale jeden z ukochanych. Dobranoc.
The Art of… Job Hunt {Day 2.}
A negative response came from Guldminen: I didn’t get an office in Vasbygade and everyday access to treasures of the recycling station. Well, others will make good use of winning it, I know. Especially that what I wanted there was something slightly different. A job related to recycling. I’d like to raise awareness, make people fall in love with reuse, spread knowledge and provide easy DIY set-ups for private households (I am already doing that for friends).
I love the idea and potential behind Guldminen experiment. And I felt that new ideas, collaborators, money would come just by being part of that mine. So I reversed the sequence of things (office->money, instead of money->office), and I got a ‘no’.
But I won an inspiration coffee with the project coordinator. She knows I want to create a job for myself. And she knows that more than having an office, it makes sense for me to go around offices – companies, initiatives, activists – connecting elements and using them for interactive workshops, treasure hunts about recycling&upcycling that combine the virtual with face-to-face. I am looking forward to that meeting. I am also meeting one more from the field. After Poland, where I landed today, finally…
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*I fancy those prototypes 🙂
The Art of… Job Hunt {Day 1.}
I am quite amazed how active I turned out after landing back in Copenhagen late friday evening. Despite resistance, numbness, soul jet-lag, or what was that? Straight to a tantra workshop in Ringsted, the next day a walk in a forest and serving as a book in Menneskebibliotek during young women’s festival organized by KVINFO in Pumpehuset. Balancing different important elements, sustainability on the personal level, as I was teaching and inspiring others at Sisters Academy.
Since then connecting, networking and already holding three face-to-face meetings with different sectors working on different dimensions of sustainability, initiatives I’d like to work for: my friend Helena and her start-up; Jacob, who works on a book for Alternativet party and in a longer term connects art with politics; and Johan from Tinkuy, which entry point is self-development and spirituality community.
It makes me frustrated, I must admit, that people appreciate my ideas, inspiration and involvement, but there’s no budget for my salary. A repetitive scenario that – I know – appears for the sake of showing me something, pushing me towards some necessary alternative. And the alternative is setting my own company, finding my niche, creating a brand.
Ripeness comes when enough is enough. I remember a similar breakthrough when I got tired of waiting for a romantic love. Or when it constantly came to me, was persistently confirmed that I have to also work with tantra. And I will. But on the side of a main job I still need. So I still need your help. As before my ‘start-up’ child is born and grows independent, I want to work for someone.
Goodnight. Time to rest in doing nothing the rest of the evening. This is also art in itself (The Art of…).
The Art of… Job Hunt {Day 0.}
After diaries of the w(Hole) from within Sisters Academy, I want to continue sharing…now from my journey of job-hunting.
Back home now, in transition, on the crossroads, with friends. I want to help this law of attraction and find en employer/project collaborators. Will you help? {Day 0.} here we go.
{Day 0 and a half.}
I have some ideas about initial directions and people to contact. Well, most of them are not actually initial, but continuous, just with new perspectives after my recent experiences. Here is the first overview.
I want to – and need to – continue organizing and leading workshops at Tinkuy: Workshop and Interactive Ritual (#4): “100 Faces of ‘each-other’ “ . And more than that. Now I also feel that intuitive tantra massage sessions need to manifest, also to explore how it can serve people (and me) in this context.
My life journey paths want to keep exploring sustainability on different levels. Part of that is surrounding myself with nutritious food, people, spaces, brands. I want to support initiatives and companies by using them and spreading word about them. First step would be research/update on which socially responsible bank to change to, what’s going on with Alternativet party, Tinkuy movement and local organizations helping refugees. I will start from writing to Madeline, Johan and Jacob.
Recycling projects. Sometimes, it feels a little glamorous to turn recycling into a ritual https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QN6ds6WuiSI. I will contact Peter and Kathrine. Guldminen in Vasbygade is a place I will be following, no matter if I will get official invitation to participate. The answers will come tomorrow. And below is the proof that my passion overlaps with needs from Københavns Kommune:
http://sharingcopenhagen.dk/media/711944/invi_workshop-designkonkurrence.pdf (old deadline, but new project, so would be interesting to find a winner and see if I can contribute somehow…)
contact person in Teknik- og Miljøforvaltningen, Njalsgade 13, 2300 København S: cw19@tmf.kk.dk
Ditte Maria Vestergaard Hansen and Kathrine Overgaard Rasmussen (also from Guldminen)
http://www.kk.dk/meresortering (a new project with deadline 3 Nov.)
Teaching interactive performance at schools to make use of money I got from Statens Kunstfond.
Day 22. {Earth day of the week}
I overslept and didn’t lead this morning gymnastics. My first class was with a female member of a collective poetic self and an asylum seeker. He was from Afganistan, didn’t speak English. She translated from Swedish. I felt deeply touched by both of them and by all we have had in the Academy, now in the middle of finalizing the last touch of experience. That refugee was gentle and beautiful. And he had a story for us, so far from my world: loosing parents at the age of 6; taking care of his younger brother; never felt Muslim in his heart and belief, but could not speak about that; his journey to Sweden took one year.
Thank you Sisters Academy. It was grand. You have my heart.
Day 21. {Union day of the week}
I unlocked an extra layer for someone in possession of a secret map.
A spontaneous autumn evening walk through the streets of Malmo. And unexpectedly the best party after. Sorry, the final party of tomorrow, it will be hard for you to compete…
We danced, 3 of us, organic flow, natural rhythm of sharing, the best of me fished out, thank you!
Morning closeness, you filled my love holes, less was more again, happy. Sleepless night, ‘air stone’ minutes to gymnastics, but before just a little moment of blanket over and eyes closed…
Day 20. {Sun day of the week}
And yet another interesting perspective over a fantasy meal (Meadow and Intoxication, your everyday rituals of food&tease, you make imprints!). A ‘she’ researcher finds it important to bring an inner child in when playing with children. Not to enact a child’s game by taking a ‘playing parent’ role, but involving from one’s authentic playfulness. Then it’s real fun. The same with sexuality – I thought – bring an inner child in, not a role (or techniques).
Day 19. {Magnet day of the week}
My homework from a student {from a drawer of narcissistic gazes into one’s own photo} There’s something one wants to hide when one looks into own reflection in the mirror. “You want to hide from yourself, but at the same time you feel strangely attracted to that and you want to get to know (this side of) her.” – she said, telling me to find what it is.
Day 18. {Life day of the week}
Since the Academy opened I have been longing for a day beyond schedules, where not a single time do have to look at the clock. Now the day off came and of course I decided to go out instead. To experience what I had wanted, I would have to go from full restriction to half-restriction, not to full freedom. Interesting. There is autumn in the park now. No doubt about it. I can smell it without even looking.
Day 17. {Infinity day of the week}
Imagine that for the first time I participated in a class as a student. The Nurse it was. The power in her voice made me have to look at her. And I saw 2 birds in me: a strong, embracing, leading fire “eagle” bird, and a little birdie that wants to be led and surrender. Yes, bird is somehow part of my poetic self.