mens kloden går under

meet and fall immediately into coupledom

young – young enough to be her son

Denne spænding mellem viden og handling – mellem det

Pludselig bliver Liv usynlig

Our Oaken Bones mens kloden går underI lie on the rock to let my limbs dry after my immersion in the river. My bones warm. I have no towel but the moss is grateful for the additional moisture that I bring as the water runs off me and into its spongy web of roots and branches. I look up through the canopy and time freezes as the oak leaves drift gently backwards and forwards, dappling the light as it falls onto my body. I am home. Reeling from the pain of devastating miscarriages and