Blackbirds, tits, and finches do not argue about the way they sing. They simply sing and chirp the beauty’s tones....
“Time is life itself, and life resides in the human heart,” writes Michael Ende in the story of Momo. A...
We all know it, mostly from our social relationships: the deep ache of not being able to make ourselves understood. It feels powerless to have become speechless, at a loss for words, inaudible, having not yet found the sheltering blackness…This article is reserved for subscribers. Sign in with My Goetheanum to...
Franka Henn begins the conversation with Bart Vanmechelen by asking him about his capacity to be humorously self-deprecating. Bart says...
Intimacy is within and without. In the aridity and solitude of the desert, I am thrown back on myself, while...
«Who is the Grail?» asks Parsifal. «There’s no telling,» replies Gurnemanz – describing the path to it: «Time becomes space here.» In this time that has become space, Richard Wagner opens a variety of windows on the Grail quest throughout…This article is reserved for subscribers. Sign in with My Goetheanum to...
The days are turbulent. My thoughts are restless and peaceless. Agitated, they’re like birds of prey, circling incessantly around the...
The unique Association of Space Explorers has 400 members. They are united by the fact that they have seen the...
Actors and actresses play. They play with fire. They play with something that is very close and very intimate to us: human action—our actions. That is why we call them “actors”—because they shape actions; they perform acts. All art, all…This article is reserved for subscribers. Sign in with My Goetheanum to...
It is about what is made visible and the resonances that arise from that. It is about participating in what...
«Who is he up there?« ask visitors, pointing to the small winged creature that Rudolf Steiner recently placed at the...
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