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'... our hearts become instruments of insistent polyrhythms, until we feel our resonant orbits that held us in perfect step for three close years.. '
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This was the last song for Artemisia
'Safe With You'
Out now with @shadowworldarchive
On transparent blue and yellow vinyl and selected streaming platforms
Link in bio or comment -Safe- and I'll send you the link and the rest of this poem (is it a poem?) straight to your dms .. I don't actually have this automated, I'll just send it cause it's the weekend and I have the time and the automation seems like a bit of a hassle to setup.. ;)

(We've left out Spotify and Amazon because well.. I think you know by now but if not let me know and I'll fill you in.. )
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#harp #harpist #harpplayer #newalbum #ambientmusic #newagemusic #improvisedmusic #composer

Artemisia is out now ❤️ I've been talking on stage on the last tour about the making of this song Europa and the 12 days at sea that was it's beggining..
These quiet days with this calm, endless horizon. I was so tired by the time i arrived on the Europa for the crossing from Athens to Dubai with my dear @polabraendle. It had been an intense but beautiful season. The sea was quiet, and there was so much space for reflection and thinking about all the wild lives under the surface, so much time to slip between dreams and reality. I was deeply missing my partner, and in this quiet crossing, it was like I could be so attuned to what he was living, it felt so real. I could live both our lives and be so close to the lives of the sea under me, all the creatures. In the myriad quiet distances, I just wanted to love more deeply than i ever had. I settled into it.
This song became the first part of the greater landscape that would be this album .. Full of the unseen, uncontrollable forces that can inspire the deepest love and the most searing heartbreak.. to be transformed into whatever we can manage. Breath held while the last sliver of the sun slips away into the sea.
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"I think about kissing your nose.. and I know I can love you better, and will, starting with this day and the hole that the wind and the waves made just for it"
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This beautiful visualizer from @mimisupernova
Artemisia is released by @shadowworldarchive
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#newalbum #albumlaunch #harp #harpist #harpalbum #percussion #experimentalmusic #newagemusic #experimentalpercussion #improvisedmusic #flutes #fluteplayer

We got it! Picked up some copeis from @state51 when I was on tour in London. So excited to show you this beautiful transparent blue and buttercup yellow vinyl that will be in stores March 20th!
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The day when Artemisia unfurls out of the night.. Blossoms from the frozen underworld.
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Harp, Voice and Production by Erin Lang (Pictured), Flute by @phsaxjamz Drums and Percussion by @yurisequin, Synths and Production by @davidgeorgos, Percussion and Electronics by @sbhpercussion, Synths by @rieko_okuda
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It was made from a time full of personal and global strife and anxiety.. from a need to translate and transform this into something to comfort, to rest by, to soothe.. It was a grasping, a holding on to last threads of connection, and a long path to letting go.
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And March 20th ... released..
May it soothe your hearts and carry you too..
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Always wonderful to work with my dear @paulawilsonphoto who took the cover photo and @mimisupernova who consulted on the design
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Thank you @shadowworldarchive who is releasing this! @t_g0wd_y for mastering and @davidgeorgos for the mix!
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Available for listening and pre-order now on Bandcamp.
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#harpplayer #harpist #harpmusic #newagemusic #serenemoments #serenemusic #fantasymusic #newmusic #celticharp #synths #prophet6 #percussion #experimentalpercussionist #foundlingmusic #livemusic #musiccommunity #instrumentalmusic #neoclassical #experimentalmusic #experimentalpop #improvisedmusic

28.05.2026 ‘Our Resonant Orbits’ joins dj/producer/poet - @lemonella_music and Erin Lang aka @foundlingsounds (harp, soundscapes, voice and spoken word) for a night of exploring heated volcanic depths, the furthest orbits, and the intimacy of a leaf on a cheek and the wind’s gentlest whisper.
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Lemonella brings her poetic visions supported by Foundling’s vocal layers, percussion, and harp wanderings. Erin (Foundling) will also be performing some spoken word works and one new/re-discovered spoken piece from a pink-sky-with-lightning dusk in 2021.
Lemonella shifts the evening into a deep listening dj set.
The pair will lead you tenderly through a night of looking at what needs tending in our own bodies and in the intricate lace of the outer world..
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We will be at the beautiful sake bar and community space @ikii.berlin and there will be a featured ‘happy hour’ cocktail for a nice price.
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18h-22h Suggested donation 10-15
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Really looking forward to seeing you..
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#poetry #spokenword #poetryberlin #ambientmusic #experimentalmusic

28.05.2026 ‘Our Resonant Orbits’ joins dj/producer/poet - @lemonella_music and Erin Lang aka @foundlingsounds (harp, soundscapes, voice and spoken word) for a night of exploring heated volcanic depths, the furthest orbits, and the intimacy of a leaf on a cheek and the wind’s gentlest whisper.
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Lemonella brings her poetic visions supported by Foundling’s vocal layers, percussion, and harp wanderings. Erin (Foundling) will also be performing some spoken word works and one new/re-discovered spoken piece from a pink-sky-with-lightning dusk in 2021.
Lemonella shifts the evening into a deep listening dj set.
The pair will lead you tenderly through a night of looking at what needs tending in our own bodies and in the intricate lace of the outer world..
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We will be at the beautiful sake bar and community space @ikii.berlin and there will be a featured ‘happy hour’ cocktail for a nice price.
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18h-22h Suggested donation 10-15
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Really looking forward to seeing you..
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#poetry #spokenword #poetryberlin #ambientmusic #experimentalmusic

28.05.2026 ‘Our Resonant Orbits’ joins dj/producer/poet - @lemonella_music and Erin Lang aka @foundlingsounds (harp, soundscapes, voice and spoken word) for a night of exploring heated volcanic depths, the furthest orbits, and the intimacy of a leaf on a cheek and the wind’s gentlest whisper.
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Lemonella brings her poetic visions supported by Foundling’s vocal layers, percussion, and harp wanderings. Erin (Foundling) will also be performing some spoken word works and one new/re-discovered spoken piece from a pink-sky-with-lightning dusk in 2021.
Lemonella shifts the evening into a deep listening dj set.
The pair will lead you tenderly through a night of looking at what needs tending in our own bodies and in the intricate lace of the outer world..
*
We will be at the beautiful sake bar and community space @ikii.berlin and there will be a featured ‘happy hour’ cocktail for a nice price.
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18h-22h Suggested donation 10-15
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Really looking forward to seeing you..
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#poetry #spokenword #poetryberlin #ambientmusic #experimentalmusic

28.05.2026 ‘Our Resonant Orbits’ joins dj/producer/poet - @lemonella_music and Erin Lang aka @foundlingsounds (harp, soundscapes, voice and spoken word) for a night of exploring heated volcanic depths, the furthest orbits, and the intimacy of a leaf on a cheek and the wind’s gentlest whisper.
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Lemonella brings her poetic visions supported by Foundling’s vocal layers, percussion, and harp wanderings. Erin (Foundling) will also be performing some spoken word works and one new/re-discovered spoken piece from a pink-sky-with-lightning dusk in 2021.
Lemonella shifts the evening into a deep listening dj set.
The pair will lead you tenderly through a night of looking at what needs tending in our own bodies and in the intricate lace of the outer world..
*
We will be at the beautiful sake bar and community space @ikii.berlin and there will be a featured ‘happy hour’ cocktail for a nice price.
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18h-22h Suggested donation 10-15
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Really looking forward to seeing you..
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#poetry #spokenword #poetryberlin #ambientmusic #experimentalmusic

Last performance tonight! Additional tickets are available at the doors! ♥️

Pictures by amazing @mulinarius

Cloud: Dominic Kiessling @dominic_kiessling
Assistance: Caterina Politi @caterina_politi
Music: Erin Lang @foundlingsounds
Light: Marco Di Nardo @marcodinardo08 @mdr_light
Dramaturgical support: Mel Brinkmann @melbrinkmann
Outside Eye: Scott Jennings @scott_jens
Space support: TheArtePool @theatre.pool , TheaterHaus @theaterhaus.berlin , Papillon @papillon_tanz_studios
Choreography/dance/concept: Elizaveta Poliakova @elizaveta_polyakova

Last performance tonight! Additional tickets are available at the doors! ♥️

Pictures by amazing @mulinarius

Cloud: Dominic Kiessling @dominic_kiessling
Assistance: Caterina Politi @caterina_politi
Music: Erin Lang @foundlingsounds
Light: Marco Di Nardo @marcodinardo08 @mdr_light
Dramaturgical support: Mel Brinkmann @melbrinkmann
Outside Eye: Scott Jennings @scott_jens
Space support: TheArtePool @theatre.pool , TheaterHaus @theaterhaus.berlin , Papillon @papillon_tanz_studios
Choreography/dance/concept: Elizaveta Poliakova @elizaveta_polyakova

Last performance tonight! Additional tickets are available at the doors! ♥️

Pictures by amazing @mulinarius

Cloud: Dominic Kiessling @dominic_kiessling
Assistance: Caterina Politi @caterina_politi
Music: Erin Lang @foundlingsounds
Light: Marco Di Nardo @marcodinardo08 @mdr_light
Dramaturgical support: Mel Brinkmann @melbrinkmann
Outside Eye: Scott Jennings @scott_jens
Space support: TheArtePool @theatre.pool , TheaterHaus @theaterhaus.berlin , Papillon @papillon_tanz_studios
Choreography/dance/concept: Elizaveta Poliakova @elizaveta_polyakova

“T H EC L O U D” by @elizaveta_polyakova

Last 2 performances today and tomorrow!

Mai 8-9-10 2026, 19:00
Uferstudios Berlin
@uferstudios_tanz_berlin
Studio 1 | Bühne
Uferstraße 23, 13357

Video by @berlinerlights

Cloud: Dominic Kiessling @dominic_kiessling
Music: Erin Lang @foundlingsounds
Assistance: Caterina Politi @caterina_politi
Dramaturgical support: Mel Brinkmann @melbrinkmann
Light: Marco Di Nardo @marcodinardo08 @mdr_light
Outside Eye: Scott Jennings @scott_jens
Space support: TheArtePool @theatre.pool TheaterHaus @theaterhaus.berlin Papillon dance studios @papillon_tanz_studios
Choreography/dance/concept: Elizaveta Poliakova @elizaveta_polyakova

Opening night.. 🤍 it’s been a beautiful journey musically animating what is the cloud creature of @elizaveta_polyakova and watching their movements change and morph into one another in this poetic to brutal dance.. I have first night butterflies 🤞 and an amazing team with @mdr_light @caterina_politiin collaboration with the cloud of @dominic_kiessling
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#moderndance #soundart #sounddesign #experimentalmusic #contemporarydance

Opening night.. 🤍 it’s been a beautiful journey musically animating what is the cloud creature of @elizaveta_polyakova and watching their movements change and morph into one another in this poetic to brutal dance.. I have first night butterflies 🤞 and an amazing team with @mdr_light @caterina_politiin collaboration with the cloud of @dominic_kiessling
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#moderndance #soundart #sounddesign #experimentalmusic #contemporarydance

Opening night.. 🤍 it’s been a beautiful journey musically animating what is the cloud creature of @elizaveta_polyakova and watching their movements change and morph into one another in this poetic to brutal dance.. I have first night butterflies 🤞 and an amazing team with @mdr_light @caterina_politiin collaboration with the cloud of @dominic_kiessling
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#moderndance #soundart #sounddesign #experimentalmusic #contemporarydance

Opening night.. 🤍 it’s been a beautiful journey musically animating what is the cloud creature of @elizaveta_polyakova and watching their movements change and morph into one another in this poetic to brutal dance.. I have first night butterflies 🤞 and an amazing team with @mdr_light @caterina_politiin collaboration with the cloud of @dominic_kiessling
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#moderndance #soundart #sounddesign #experimentalmusic #contemporarydance

Opening night.. 🤍 it’s been a beautiful journey musically animating what is the cloud creature of @elizaveta_polyakova and watching their movements change and morph into one another in this poetic to brutal dance.. I have first night butterflies 🤞 and an amazing team with @mdr_light @caterina_politiin collaboration with the cloud of @dominic_kiessling
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#moderndance #soundart #sounddesign #experimentalmusic #contemporarydance

8-10.05.26 @uferstudios_tanz_berlin I'll be making live sound for this incredible piece by @elizaveta_polyakova and in collaboration with the work of @dominic_kiessling. The Cloud weightlessly transcends time and floats you into a half-remembered dream where a violent strike is met with a shimmering ripple from a creature that's life is the epitome of fragile, but who's strenght is in its softness and who can gently swallow you whole ..
Really looking forward to being a part of this..
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#contemporarydance #soundart #moderndance #installationart #soundart

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
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.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
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.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
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.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
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.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
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.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

As the last week weighs as one of the heaviest, where we struggle to hold the sands of memories and bind them into precious artefacts.. as I melt into the bed and consider how to contribute to this incredibly awkward and somehow unfortunately seemingly singular space we have for sharing grief and love.. not designed for it, but I’ll take it.. To see these glimpses of you and feel the heartbreak reflected everywhere.
We found each other over countries and oceans over and over in the hardest and most joyful moments in the last 15 years. With you those could sometimes transform into the same. Sometimes we called out and sometimes we just knew where to be. As grief makes time non-linear I am sitting with you in your truck as we leave purple skies and circling vultures behind and head north. Tacos and cowboy hats, plotting matching switchblade tattoos I doodled on a napkin while we ate collard greens and cornbread, Sun studio dreams, dancing in the daytime at Tootsie, losing the muffler and befriending the mechanic’s skittish guard dogs before crossing the boarder. I am with you in Sherwood Forest searching for the great oak, in the prison turned venue for a pre-show hug, in Belgium lying on the grass wondering if you’d gotten this show by accident because someone thought it was Christian music. On top of the Swiss mountain with the ghost of a dragon, re-watching all the X files in slow hot summer days.. Waves and waves of more like this keep crashing..
You gave me everything you could and tried your hardest.
Haunted and enchanted.
I invoked you in most of what I do and you were there with your voice and grooves and guitar and guidance and support. I played you everything..
I pray for this veil to be thin and I know I’ll find you still, over and over..
But I miss you like crazy and love you with everything that I am.
xo
e.
.
.
.
.#timbertimbre #taylorkirk #blackwater #rip @timber_timbre_

Name writing ritual yesterday with the @grieving_doves at @mein.ahorn.
So moving, so meaningful.
Thank you to everyone who joined.

Name writing ritual yesterday with the @grieving_doves at @mein.ahorn.
So moving, so meaningful.
Thank you to everyone who joined.

Name writing ritual yesterday with the @grieving_doves at @mein.ahorn.
So moving, so meaningful.
Thank you to everyone who joined.

Name writing ritual yesterday with the @grieving_doves at @mein.ahorn.
So moving, so meaningful.
Thank you to everyone who joined.

13.04.26 Calling From The River’s Edge
A place to join our voices in care
To explore the voices we have and expand their different shapes and sounds
* Singing experience not necessary *
The before and the beyond of voice
A workshop for all kinds of grief and loss, heartbreak at the current state of the world, political grief, loss of a loved one in any of the ways relationship can end, grief of a path not taken and beyond ..
13.04.26
join for free, by donation, or other exchange
registration required.
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.
.
#voicework #griefwork #vocalworkshop #griefsupport #griefrecovery

13.04.26 Calling From The River’s Edge
A place to join our voices in care
To explore the voices we have and expand their different shapes and sounds
* Singing experience not necessary *
The before and the beyond of voice
A workshop for all kinds of grief and loss, heartbreak at the current state of the world, political grief, loss of a loved one in any of the ways relationship can end, grief of a path not taken and beyond ..
13.04.26
join for free, by donation, or other exchange
registration required.
.
.
.
#voicework #griefwork #vocalworkshop #griefsupport #griefrecovery

13.04.26 Calling From The River’s Edge
A place to join our voices in care
To explore the voices we have and expand their different shapes and sounds
* Singing experience not necessary *
The before and the beyond of voice
A workshop for all kinds of grief and loss, heartbreak at the current state of the world, political grief, loss of a loved one in any of the ways relationship can end, grief of a path not taken and beyond ..
13.04.26
join for free, by donation, or other exchange
registration required.
.
.
.
#voicework #griefwork #vocalworkshop #griefsupport #griefrecovery

13.04.26 Calling From The River’s Edge
A place to join our voices in care
To explore the voices we have and expand their different shapes and sounds
* Singing experience not necessary *
The before and the beyond of voice
A workshop for all kinds of grief and loss, heartbreak at the current state of the world, political grief, loss of a loved one in any of the ways relationship can end, grief of a path not taken and beyond ..
13.04.26
join for free, by donation, or other exchange
registration required.
.
.
.
#voicework #griefwork #vocalworkshop #griefsupport #griefrecovery

Join us this Sunday from 2 to 5 pm at ahorn space @mein.ahorn Hermannplatz 8 for a Name Writing Ritual facilitated by the @grieving_doves.

«  NAME WRITING
The process is deeply reflective and calls our imagination to the lost lives behind the names and their unfinished life stories. It is harrowing but profoundly necessary that we both mourn and remember the dead.

Our wings are there to share a simple but crucial message: by carrying the wings in demos and in public space we want to remember and grieve the Palestinian victims of the genocide. We call for a ceasefire and an end to the indiscriminate killing of Palestinians in Gaza. We stress the call that Palestinian lives matter and for the end of the illegal occupation of Palestine.
We call ourselves “Grieving doves” as doves of peace and justice, which cannot fly anymore, crushed bydeep sadness and despair of the genocide, unfolding in front of us all.
#palestinianlivesmatter not because other lives don’t matter but because all human lives are precious and human rights are universal. Palestinian lives matter equally, however, in public discourse in Germany the loss of lives of thousands upon thousands of humans has been ignored or dehumanized, referred to as « collateral damage », or worse victim blamed. For us, each of these lives was not only a number, each had a name, family, home, life, and dreams. Thus, our actions aim to create space to grieve for those, killed in Gaza, appealing to humanity and for the preciousness of human lives, of Palestinian life.
We firmly believe that peace in Palestine means peace for the entire region. »