On this page you’ll find short impressions about the several research subjects.
Oseberg- Oslo, Norway
There you are, Grandmother, here in de museum in Oslo, Norway. Your bones dark-brown from ancient earth, broken and incomplete. Naked under the bright museum lights, unveiled, exhibited. U touch me, unexpected, with a subtle strength, raising from your glass coffin. I sing to you, softly, unheard by the hordes of American tourists who admire your ship, down below in the main hall.
Your ship. Divine, beautiful, dark power. Lifted from your burial mound, together with the gifts given to you. Now exhibited in glass, admired and seen by everyone. Your ship, the near sight made me sad and happy at the same time.
Here you are, Grandmother, in a silent corner. Your companion in death next to you, silent, dead. She does not speak anymore. But your voice, queen, vala, your voice is still alive. Together we sing, so softly, our voices meeting each other in a timeless space.
Oseberg-Hauge
I come here, to do utiseta.
Your hill so green-
Green in the dying sunlight.
Peaceful, despite all the disturbances.
I veil myself and you are there, immediately. Your ancient hand touches mine. I see your hair, grey and thin, waving in a non existing wind. You are so fragile yet so strong: the power of the true Ancients. Willingly you give advice, listen to my questions, give answers. But its not about the questions at all. Its about now, here, your presence. I want to stay here forever. Grandmother, I’ve missed you so much.
We share. The things that seemed so important are worthless. You wave away my insecurities, like dust in the wind.
“I have to go now, I say. “I don’t want to part from you, but I must”.
“Eat the web”, you say.
Eat the web?
When I open my eyes, the hill is covered with spider webs, glowing up in the last light. While the sun disappears, I bring webs to my lips.
