3 May 2024

Reel Poetry

What if my words, the acts of capturing images and putting those together became fun again? Without the heavy weight of professional standards, I chose to internalise during formal education. Without the compulsion to create the best thing ever every time I set out to create anything.

My journey coming back to myself truly started on the new moon in October last year. I was visiting my home village and went to meditate in nature. Sitting down quietly in the tall grass in the dark I heard movement by the river. I realised it was most likely wolves and I was there hiding, acting like prey. That's not the most comfortable feeling. I had a choice to run away - like a deer would. But it became clear to me at that moment - I have the same right to be in that meadow (my Holy Meadow) as they did.

So I did what a proper witch would - played a song, sang along and danced. I didn't stop to listen if they were gone. I was too busy with my own voice and (quite erratic) movement. I was calling in all the confidence I'll need to stop hiding and apologising for being here once I get back to Berlin and to my daily life.

I had those little poems in my notes app some of them for years. They wake me up sometimes, I write down those combinations of words that just flow and vibrate. Only after collecting all my experiences to put them up on a website I realised that it all started with poetry. The date of my words being published in the local magazine coincided with my first period. Quite a clue regarding my kind of fertility if I do say so myself. 

The technological progress since I left school cannot be underestimated. What took 2 people and a heavy set-up can now be accomplished with my third-hand iPhone. What needed a powerful computer in an editing suit can be put together in an in-browser app.

In conclusion, I have officially proven to myself that creating can feel light, fun and joyful. Like going braless wearing a long flowy dress that hardly weighs anything on a hot summer afternoon.


Videos:
Reel Poetry 1
Reel Poetry 2
Reel Poetry 3 will remain private for now
Reel Poetry 4
Reel Poetry 5



Reel Poetry

What if my words, the acts of capturing images and putting those together became fun again? Without the heavy weight of professional standar...