Joselin

“There is always a moment of lingering, of floating in the air, a moment between inhales and exhales, the universe holding its breath.

Then comes the gust of wind, the flash of lightning, the blow of the axe, the exhale.

And the inevitable, irreversible, plummeting to the ground.”
― Lene Fogelberg, The Lightning Tree

“Dancing is like poetry written by our bodies: our outstretched arms our words of longing.”
― Lene Fogelberg, Beautiful Affliction