#Copenhagen #Freedom #FreedomJamSession

ANNO MMXXVI DIE I MENSIS IV — DIE XXX MENSIS IV If April was your friend, she’d invite you out on a Saturday night, pull you out of your funk. Take you to hear live music, a new folk band who plays songs that sound like they were written for you. You’d call her on a rainy day and her voice on the phone would make the air feel full of possibility. She’d romanticize everything, but in a way that you kind of saw it too. When she was around, you’d wonder if maybe you could plan the trip, quit the job, take the leap, guilt free. It’s your life, she’d say, earnestly, over sundaes at midnight. Why not make it a great one? If the month of April was your friend - hannahrowrites

ANNO MMXXVI DIE I MENSIS II — DIE XXVIII MENSIS II It is said that before entering the sea a river trembles with fear. She looks back at the path she has traveled, from the peaks of the mountains, the long winding road crossing forests and villages. And in front of her, she sees an ocean so vast, that to enter there seems nothing more than to disappear forever. But there is no other way. The river can not go back. Nobody can go back. To go back is impossible in existence. The river needs to take the risk of entering the ocean because only then will fear disappear, because that’s where the river will know it’s not about disappearing into the ocean, but of becoming the ocean. Fear - Khalil Gibran

Cyberphoria: Symphony Beyond Time 🤖

ANNO MMXXVI ❄️ I DIE I — DIE XXXI Coat this ugly world in tumbled ice cream so I can glut my eyes on something pretty, tromp endless, forgetting the existence of toes. Give it loud sunlight, if it has to leave, sent off in a parade of blue heat to merry grace every storm sewer with trilled tongues bright as new pennies, waterfall of coins rushing underground. I swear if I can just have this one day of perfect scenery, I’ll stop complaining for at least two, stop reminding you of stacking bodies, evil lofted on a flag pole, charging down what’s good to leave it trampled, fleeting as snow flees when the sun pretends to bring us light. Prayer for Snow - Ann Devilbiss

I deeply enjoy jamming with the #Djembe on my favourite songs. Here playing to It’s La Vida Loca. #Music #MusicistheMedicine #Nostr #Sats #LaVidaLoca

In loving memory of my dear friend, @Hadiya HM You will be deeply missed and forever remembered for a heart overflowing with love for humanity. Rest in Peace Hadiya 🕊️

“The Inner–Outer Life of a Leader” – a talk about a shifting paradigm and regenerative leadership. We’ll explore what it means to lead in a world built on speed and performance, and how inner work can change the way we show up, decide, and take responsibility on the outside. This event is for everyone who feels the call to (un)learn, to recalibrate, and to explore how we lead with clarity and presence. When: Sunday, 25 January 2026, at 18:00 - 20:00 Where: NOMAD WORKSPACE, Blegdamsvej 6, 2200 Copenhagen N Fiat: 185 DKK #Copenhagen

Saturday, January 03

The Gaia Experience 🟡🟡🟡

Learning to play Djembe. 📹 from today’s first class with Jesper Mortensen