Transformation, or An ABBA-tape in my car
Lately I think very clearly in my car. I didn’t use to have one. Now it is my transporter, my little tortoise house, my red metallic accompanion. Filled with sand from the beach, three pair of shoes, a few yoga mats, a towel, a bikini, and an old ABBA tape […]
We are hold by the angels
White space What is a white space? A space between two words. A pause. The moment between the inhale and the exhale. Sunyata. Emptyness. White space. What is a white space? A space between two people. A pause. The moment between two snowangels. The moment you are flying […]
