I have one of those over-analyser brains, so I tend to dream a lot. This time I don’t mean the night-time adventures, even if they are getting increasingly more bizarre. Imagine: last night I got dizzy spinning inside a massive white soup plate with some dream-friends. Besides people, the plate was half-filled with spaghetti dripping… Continue reading Weight of ideas
One handed
Last night I only had one hand. It was my right hand, which I kept covered with a red satin glove, glittering all over with tiny sparkling Swarovskis. It was my only hand and I had made it my artefact, my most treasured body part. Living with one hand was uncomfortable. It made me cranky… Continue reading One handed
To feel safe
Stay safe. One of the most cruel wishes ever invented for the human soul.Stay safe. Don't go there, don't do that, don't say that, don't wear that, don't touch that, don't have sex, don't eat that. Don't live. Just don't. Stay safe.Safe from what?From change! From the unpleasant possibilities! The inconveniences of illness, heartbreak, misunderstanding,… Continue reading To feel safe
Embracing death
‘We are gathered here today to mark the passing of Helen. She was born in May, year this-and-that to a young couple barely knowing what they were in for. Helen was a strong and a wilful child and her early experiences… ’ As I laid there in my imaginary casket, listening to the eulogy of… Continue reading Embracing death
It’s a string
I'm enjoying myself immensely in this dream. With a merry-band-of-misfits we laugh and joke and adventure until nature calls, and I need to excuse myself from the sweet band of companions I can no longer recall.I walk down a long corridor to find the nearest bathroom. It's clean and bright with three stalls. I pick… Continue reading It’s a string
Limits of Love
Ever since I wrote about Love, I’ve considered the subject to be unyielding, limitless and infinite. I’ve felt it in the pebbles on the shore, in the relentless rush of a summer highway, in the songful forest breeze and in a bustling market full of fresh berries and hopeful tradesmen. Love is everywhere. Everything that… Continue reading Limits of Love
Orgasmic nature
Entering a small patch of forest, I asked the island spirit to walk with me today. We were old friends for I had felt its greeting each time I stepped on the shore. It was a sunny, quiet day and I had been longing for company. The time was now.As I expanded my consciousness to… Continue reading Orgasmic nature
One task
Last night I dreamed. I was in a large workshop space, light wooden floors, colourful textiles with inspiring quotes on the walls. A circle of people, including myself, sitting on sturdy pillows. A teacher standing in the center of the circle. That's odd, I remember thinking. In most workshops, teachers don't stand in the middle… Continue reading One task
The opposite of fear
The night after posting my sex-piece, I woke up panic-stricken. My body was shaking in intense terror that completely overtook my inner child. The feeling was a mixture of anxiousness with a dash of helplessness and a stab of loneliness in a grand pool of feeling exposed and vulnerable. What if they don’t like me?… Continue reading The opposite of fear
Imagine sex
Parts of me are shaking as I start this piece. Feels like the most vulnerable thing I've ever written, while also being seriously crooked, bumpy and weird. Much like the process of sexual awakening itself. First, a short confession I love sex. I want sex. I don’t like doing it. Not an easy thing to… Continue reading Imagine sex
Well of Peace 