‘Listening in Wild Places’ Ein Tanzproduktion von Amelia Eisen. “I come here to listen, to nestle in the curve of the roots in a soft hollow of pine needles, to lean my bones against the column of white pine, to turn off the voice in my head until I can hear the voices outside it: the shhh of wind in needles, water trickling over rock, nuthatch tapping, chipmunks digging, beechnut falling, mosquito in my ear, and something more– something that is not me, for which we have no language, the wordless being of others in which we are never alone. After the drumbeat of my mother’s heart, this was my first language. I could spend a whole day listening. And a whole night… Listening in wild places, we are audience to conversations in a language not our own.” — Exzerpt aus ‘Braiding Sweetgrass’ von Robin Wall Kimmerer —