Cockrouch poetry with Clarice Lispector. It took me by surprise and made happy that I fell in love again. I knew  that poetry can be art, but fiction…

Judy Budnitz and Haruki Murakami – oh, how I love reading them!, but Clarice fills me through almost every sentence. “I am not promiscuous. I am kaleidoscopic”, she writes.

I received a dream catcher, the most beautiful egg I have ever seen…and a suitcase. Thank you! I will unfold it tomorrow, but touched already…

“Finding my child” at the Academy, I brought you along, my beautiful pregnant friend. Today I asked people to nurture each other’s children. And acknowledge also being a bad parent sometimes…

Attraction to something strange, foreign, other-wordly when this last artist was on stage.

Goodnight.

So happy to be your Facebook friend. Didn’t know your name. It’s pretty.

I received a beautiful sharing in a pencil-hand-written letter, and then another one followed, asking me to forget about what I just read.

A spontaneous class, a short one, with four students, taking detour to the dormitory after which suddenly 5 more entered my room, as they just followed us. And something seeded there. I asked them for help and inspiration for a game that all of us will want to play. So we started threading. That ghostly class as new beginnings somehow. For now at least 2 people are also interested in the element of “being seen”. Or was that rather their act of seeing me?

A fight and rage ritual at the Concert Hall, beautiful, I felt those two men, their movements, alertness. And when they were finished, I came into the red ring. Waiting. No opponent stepped out. But I know there were some that wanted.

The (w)Hole is searching for a job. After her mission at the Academy ends in some weeks. She’s been wondering how to thread this element into her poetic self and her function as a teacher here. Without talking about the outside world. Today at a gathering ‘Agora’ style, staff, students and researchers shared their reflections and experiences. And then it came. “I am searching for a job. I always fall into alertness when meta-talk threatens immersion into a universe. But what I really want is to perform my future job from my poetic self. And I want people to meet me in the Academy and see what I do and who I am. Because it is (paradoxically) more authentic me. I want law of attraction to connect me with those I should be working with. I don’t need to create a separation between the (w)Hole and me, cause they only enrich, extend each other…”

Leaving to heal my ear infection abroad. I have been wanting a day off inside of the Academy. But life served something else. To get me out. So I used it well on wandering and lots of fresh air. As it turned out later, I caught a clear transition between summer and autumn.

Interesting, “Day 8.” sharing turned into a ghost. That night strange things has been again going on in the dormitory. The post dissolved here and only popped up on Facebook. With “Day 9.” it was the other way around.

I sense some changes coming. I want to feel into and design a new milestone: my burning research question -> a class or other ritual; challenge-play; creative job-searching within the frame somehow.

I am so glad I’ve met the Untamed.

Students are leaving gifts, surprises, thank you! A day of transitions. Of passion, love, gratitude, exhaustion and melancholy, as another beautiful bond – after the Alien – has left the Academy.

Circle of frustrations and all that has touched us deeply on the sheep skin in Sister’s office.

Creating a tantric massage exploration class together with Lion, a student experienced with the subject, who I invited to hold this space as a co-teacher..and it has to happen again.

A student asked me a question with a deep empathetic concern: “you, as the Academy staff, need to intensely connect with so many guests that come and go. I am worried that your experience is like soul-prostitution”. She really touched me. Especially that I feel that it’s actually us – not students –  that are privileged to immerse in this universe for 3 weeks instead of 24 hours.

Insomniac energy all over her body, anticipation of an agreed meeting with someone on the (w)Hole’s personal journey (which is not only personal, if the Academy – as well as her – is all about holistic learning). Then he came. The gift became something totally different – a deeper gift, it turned out. Satisfied. But not really, only until second thoughts. Self-honesty. Cause she felt it’s in the combination of those two gifts that can close the ritual of transformation…so the insomnia continued. She rised into the unknown, made a small psychologic act related to him. Release. And fell asleep only then.