vässa klorna

imorgon kommer jag ridandes på min pålle. hej och hopp. get ready! (for a wreck)

goodnight from zürich. where miss sleepyhead is sleepless. there’s a noisy festival right outside my window. or is it just the adrenaline in my body? anyhow, i will hide under the blanket now.

zürich-singular sensation

 

zürich has been great so far. it started quite shaky, by one dancer loosing his passport, and not being let into the country. he was kept in some sort of cell over night and they almost sent him back to israel in the morning. but things worked out and we had our premiere last night which was exciting! afterwards i drank champagne and ate macaroons, what a life. and, countdown before the holidays. well deserved, i’d say. how are things out there?

leaving one home for another

 

check out the farmer hunk, walking the catwalk!

i am packed and ready. almost. first abit of switzerland. three performances. i am getting excited!nervous.. then sweden sweden. yesterday i decided to unpack my jogging shoes. hey, i am starting to know myself better. i realized i won’t prioritize to go running on my one week of vacation at home. i will prefer to sleep in/have coffee with friends and family. heyho! here i go.

a long weekend, and oh so intense. a few hours at the beach yesterday was my breathing space. bones was a floating sewer rat. came home all high from the sun, the waves, the salt. and was overwhelmed by the permaculture course going on here, about 50 students popping up here and there. i hosted a few of them for our shower=watering the cherry tree, and my computer turned into a internet café.

and now, up and down to tel aviv before flying on wednesday. ciao bambinos!

a farmer in the weekend and a dancer throughout the week. the best of two worlds, i’d say. i am drinking ice coffee in the hang mat, emptying the compost toilet (not as bad as it sounds), watering the garden, teasing bones, playing with the neighbor kids…

tell me, what are you guys wearing in sweden these days? what should i pack? it is hard to imagine when all i need to wear is a dress over here. raincoat? boots? long johns?

having a nice, cold beer in the humid evening. after work. today is the end of this week. i still have powers. next week i will have my first couple of performances with this new choreographer, starting of in zürich. it makes me a little bit nervous and excited to think about it. after that, finally, i will go on holiday. i will try to just R E L A X. easier said than done..

waiting at the post, number 626. walking the dogs. making phone calls. eating alot of burekas. working hard hard in rehearsals. but my mind feels focused. i am not stressed. soon enough i will hug my family. i can’t wait. then another quite busy autumn will start. getting ready.

fine dining

had falafel for dinner. with synthetic grape juice next to it. my sisters won’t update their blogs. so i am going to bed instead. tomorrow i will pay a visit at the immigration office. wish me luck. at eight in the morning. ya allah.

there’s something about flowers that are bigger than oneself that makes me feel like i am in an animation movie. or some surrealistic fairytale. these sunflowers are growing in the communal veggie garden. it is amazing to get lost in there. which reminds me that i read here and there that tim burton is releasing his version of  ‘alice in wonderland’, wohoo!

the weekend is already about to end. i am hoping for a foot bath and a phone session before i call it a day. and some nutritious food. all of it can be possible! a good night, a good week to come…

yafo/tel aviv 10-14th of august

a woman was arranging the flowers for a restaurant on the street.

me, i started to read ‘welcome to the monkey house’ but was usually to exhausted to stay awake.

shops on the flea market. beware.

studio art. each day someone wrote a word with tape on the floor. later it developed into two swans. and last but not least, one got killed by the other.

coffee and i. i and coffee. and lemonade. and water. and books. and so on.

rapunzel, hang your hair out. i will come and save you.

the best present

tomorrow i will have breakfast at home. i got an unexpected day off. hard work was rewarded. i have two whole days for my body to rest. and for my mind to focus on different things. i am extremely happy about this present. more weekend for the people.

nightly adventures

two nights ago i dreamt of falling rockets, that there was a war. i wanted to go into the shelter but ruby didn't want to.
yesterday night i dreamt my whole forehead was full of fat ticks.

i wonder where my unconscious will take me tonight?

goodnight, sweet dreams, rest well.

busviews

 

i was making random pictures through the bus window. snapshots without looking. there’s so much going on all the time. i took four different buses just to be back home for a night. to eat some sushi, cuddle, sleep too little and then back again. there’s simply no place like home. even though i seem to enjoy being on the road, going from one place to the other, i have a bigger need for my own place these days. that’s getting older and wiser i guess…

a very brief weekend. read permaculture books in the hang mat. talked about taxes and freelance contracts.ended it by watching a documentary about the occupation. this worlds is out of sync.

i wish us all a good week.

180degrees

it is like everything turned around 180 degrees. from having the kibbutz view everyday for the past three years, hills of green, olive trees, silence, i now have the city view. the city noise. the city speed. the humidity. living in my back pack again, walking the streets and being reminded of the masses of people…

and from having had a male boss for the past three years, i am now working with a woman. such different characters anyhow, but just that, from male to female. i might get the best from two worlds.

but now it is weekend. a short such. i am happy to be back north. dangling in the hang mat.

i am thinking about death. a lot. lately. i had periods like that as a child. when sometimes i could not fall asleep at night cause i started thinking of my parents dying. or my grandparents. and i wanted to stop everything, stop them from driving to work, from crossing a street, from getting sick.

and recently, as i get older, so does everyone around me. and naturally, death comes closer.there were so many stories, the last few weeks. an old friend from school, the father of another friend, the dog of a third friend… inevitable, we will all have to face death. how come we are not more prepared? it is too far, too taboo, too un-dealt with. we know it will happen, but we never know how or when. one of the greatest surprises of our whole existence, might be…

maybe it would help us just to talk more about it? how we see it, what we fear, what we would like to happen before and after our deaths?

in the tibetan book of living and dying, there is a quote that goes: -when we die, we die.-

 yep. just as easy and difficult as it is. not more and not less.

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i am turning of the computer, and going to bed. with my book. i bet i will sleep and dream in less than 20 minutes. goodnight. don't forget to sleep.

we had our end of the season party yesterday night. it was special…. so much creativity and warmth. afterwards i still finished off the last cleaning of my ex-home. returned the keys this morning. goodbye and thank you, you have been so good to me,sweet home.

and i already received my first package to my new address. a package for the new start. which rapidly began this morning with my first working day at my new job. outside the studio there is this very pretty fountain. it lights up at night and looks abit like a spaceship.

the only downside is that i am very homesick. familjen, i MISS you!