Roana Salome Falkenberg
Life. Art. Life.
Life…. how does it work?
Somehow, it just keeps happening all the time. Whether we're there or not.
The loud overrides the quiet. The loud demands what the quiet fosters. It separates what the quiet connects.
How can the unspoken reveal itself and become visible?
The quiet dwells in listening, in slowness, in the nuances, and in the fleeting moments. It is the space without which sounds would not resonate. It is the place without which we would have no compass. It is the whole without which everything would fall apart into its individual parts.
The quiet does not speak. It does not cry out; it throws no stones, no bombs, no poisonous arrows. The quiet does not defend itself; it shies away from the loud. It disappears. And with it, the whole disappears.
We cannot cut it off, deny it, or silence it more than it already is. For though it has no language, we can hear it. It spreads out when we give it space.
The quiet does not impose itself; otherwise, it would be loud. It flows in the currents of warmth and lives within each of us. It speaks to the ears of the body and to the senses of the heart.
The quiet is the spaciousness that arises when we come home.
The loud overrides the quiet. The loud demands what the quiet fosters. It separates what the quiet connects.
How can the unspoken reveal itself and become visible?
The quiet dwells in listening, in slowness, in the nuances, and in the fleeting moments. It is the space without which sounds would not resonate. It is the place without which we would have no compass. It is the whole without which everything would fall apart into its individual parts.
The quiet does not speak. It does not cry out; it throws no stones, no bombs, no poisonous arrows. The quiet does not defend itself; it shies away from the loud. It disappears. And with it, the whole disappears.
We cannot cut it off, deny it, or silence it more than it already is. For though it has no language, we can hear it. It spreads out when we give it space.
The quiet does not impose itself; otherwise, it would be loud. It flows in the currents of warmth and lives within each of us. It speaks to the ears of the body and to the senses of the heart.
The quiet is the spaciousness that arises when we come home.
The body never lies; that has always fascinated me. Thanks to this honesty, I’ve been able to learn incredibly much, and I’m still learning every day—something for which I’m very grateful.
It holds the world of our inner life and sends us signals at every moment. When we take the time to listen to these signals and decipher them, a logic of its own unfolds. A logic that strives for coherence, harmony, and resonance. A logic that nurtures life rather than destroying it, because it is connected to life itself and cannot exist apart from it. It reminds us that we don’t have to be anything other than who we are. We can begin to let go of whatever stands in the way of our being.
Getting to know the language of the body, listening to the subconscious, and letting it flow is not always easy, but it is nonetheless fulfilling for me. It is the art of living—weaving the beautiful and the painful together and giving space to the life that unfolds in all of this. Staying in touch with what is essential and thereby recognizing what connects and liberates us beyond the experience.
I enjoy sharing the knowledge I’ve gained through my own physical experiences, and I’m happy when I can inspire others with it. Feel free to contact me.