On beginnings and intention in rope
“In my beginning is my end […] In my end is my beginning.” (First and last lines of T.S. Eliot’s poem “East Coker” from Four Quartets) Barbie lies naked and chained to the four poster doll bed. She is spread…
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Stepping through the doorway
“just pay attention, then patcha few words together and don’t tryto make them elaborate, this isn’ta contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak” From Praying by Mary Oliver As a fairly new…
Første gang i Rebstudiet
Du behøver hverken en partner, egne reb eller erfaring for at komme til Åben rebaften i Studiet. Du er velkommen til at komme med nysgerrighed, spørgsmål og lyst til at møde andre med interesse for reb. Kom alene eller sammen…
Tying beauty — with intention, not instinct
Tying is more than a technical skill or a physical activity. For many of us — and for me — it is a language. A quiet, intense language in which rope shapes the body, not only through friction but through meaning.…