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walking in circles: another day

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Fetching water from the well. Making a woodfire in the stove. Dried raspberry leave and orange peel tea. Picking blueberries for breakfast. The date on the yoghurt has long passed. But it is still tasty. Somebody bakes pancakes from last night’s leftover pancake batter. A 30 minute walk through the forest. Talking, thinking,. At andrea and jeppe’s there’s coffee and freshly baked bread. Going through the jobs for the day. Cleaning dishes, chopping wood, fetching water. Lentil stew and weed salad for lunch.

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walking in circles: mushrooms

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Outside the first blackbird was singing, the day had already started. A new day in which she would be very much alive and would surely find it hilarious and embarrasing, hopefully in that order. The table was still covered with red en brown mushrooms, some withered flowers and just behind it, Maddy had fallen asleep. The birdsong made it all look like an opera scene. When I went to bed they were still sitting around the table, being delighted by the wonderful red species they found. Two hours later, ...

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walking in circles: Flaneur

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The musquito bites are slowly driving me crazy. I tried to count them but I gave up. My arms resemble the surface of the moon seen from a distance. I can’t sleep at night. I try to write but the only words in the back of my mind are “don’t scratch, don’t scratch”. What is the sound of madness? Dripping water. A dog growling. A buzzing of some kind. Something getting bigger and bigger. Something that ends in complete silence. The moment just before that. What do you hear? I met somebody who recently met t...

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walking in circles: traces

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Feet that won’t get clean. Blue stains i can’t remember the source of. A heart shaped scar from the hot metal stove door. A silence in my head that holds foot even when i walk through busy amsterdam streets. Small scars from hundreds of musquito and midgee bites. Scratches on my arms and legs. Visibility of muscles i never knew i had. A soft sweet pain in my heart. The plastic crusader and walking sideways. Find me on facebook. Walking peace colleague sara. Walking peace colleague sean. Being in the world.

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walking in circles: A red house, a blue house

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A red house, a blue house. Before I came here I was in the south of Sweden, near the city of Lund, in an art project about walking the pilgrim trails. I travelled to Sweden in a three piece walking suit, a suit that was part of my art project, a suit in which I walked the pilgrim trail from the west coast to the east coast of Sweden. A suit in which I collected stories. The person who lived in this house was called the Captain. Outside there’s a wooden boat. Nobody knows where he went. ...It is night wit...

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walking in circles: Winter in summer

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Being out of time is a tricky thing. You know there is another world in which the clock is ticking, but it is as if it is a book you can close, a story in which the main character resembles you, a different you, the you in the mirror. There are no mirrors here. But you can see yourself reflected in the lake. You see yourself in the eyes of others. The plastic crusader and walking sideways. Find me on facebook. Walking peace colleague sara. Walking peace colleague sean. Being in the world.

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walking in circles: The sad story of the lizard and the salamander

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The sad story of the lizard and the salamander. There is a well in the back of the garden. When we want to cook, wash, make tea, drink water, we get water from the well. Since a few days there has been a salamander on the bottom of the well. He sits there and stares at you. Halfway down the well, dry on the big stones, is a lizard. I was surprised to see a lizard there. Don’t they like warm places? I got a wooden stick, put it in the well but the salamander didn’t move. I skooped him up, got hi...For a m...

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walking in circles: August 2013

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A new adventure, a new blog. Continue reading about my 40 day walk with 40 people to the Nomadic Village in the south of France here: www.asoftarmour.blogspot.com. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The plastic crusader and walking sideways. Find me on facebook. Walking peace colleague sara. Walking peace colleague sean. Monique besten. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.

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walking in circles: almost

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People leave, people arrive. Today it was jim, a street performer from london. Who has been in this trade for 35 years and doesn’t want to do anything else. We had a nice diner earlier on. After our rain shower. Rice-spruce bark-onion-egg pancakes , improvised bread, and a dumpsterdive yoghurt- leftover crumble-roasted oats-freshly picked blueberry-desert. When it got darkish – it doesn’t ever get really dark. Jim played his guitar and mondharmonica, he sang. Music can do that, especially when played live.