{"id":35764,"date":"2025-11-07T09:00:32","date_gmt":"2025-11-07T08:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kontemplation.dk\/?p=35764"},"modified":"2025-11-02T15:41:49","modified_gmt":"2025-11-02T14:41:49","slug":"kaerlighed-til-materialet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/kaerlighed-til-materialet\/","title":{"rendered":"Love for the material"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/Britta_blog_www_materiale_fotoCharlotteToft.jpeg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-35831\" src=\"https:\/\/kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/Britta_blog_www_materiale_fotoCharlotteToft-270x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"675\" height=\"750\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/Britta_blog_www_materiale_fotoCharlotteToft-270x300.jpeg 270w, https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/05\/Britta_blog_www_materiale_fotoCharlotteToft.jpeg 480w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 675px) 100vw, 675px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Med h\u00e5nden p\u00e5 tr\u00e6h\u00e5ndtaget \u00e5bner jeg skuffen.<br \/>\nEn duft af luftt\u00f8rret uldt\u00f8j r\u00e6kker ud mod mig.<\/p>\n<p>Jeg v\u00e6lger en sort bluse. Da jeg tager den op til ansigtet, bliver jeg f\u00f8rt ud i en frostklar morgen.<br \/>\nKnitrende frisk. Duften beruser mig.<\/p>\n<p>Min h\u00e5nd finder velkendt frem til en turkis sj\u00e6levarmer.<br \/>\nJeg tager den p\u00e5. Den finder hvile p\u00e5 mine sortkl\u00e6dte skuldre.<\/p>\n<p>Jeg f\u00e5r en hjemlig rar f\u00f8lelse i kroppen.<br \/>\nFrisk duft.<br \/>\nBl\u00f8dhed mod huden.<br \/>\nJeg forbinder mig med materialet.<br \/>\nOmhuen i udv\u00e6lgelsen af uld.<br \/>\nBearbejdningen.<br \/>\nIndfarvningen.<br \/>\nJeg er n\u00e6nsom med blot at lufte mit uldt\u00f8j.<br \/>\nHelst i frostvejr.<\/p>\n<p>En s\u00e6rlig f\u00f8lelse ankommer.<br \/>\nJeg bliver f\u00f8rt tilbage til en tid f\u00f8r vaskemaskiner og t\u00f8rretumblere var en realitet.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Jeg oplever en behagelig tyngde i kroppen og m\u00e6rker forbundetheden med de mennesker, der var<br \/>\nder f\u00f8r mig.<br \/>\nMennesker som ogs\u00e5 klippede f\u00e5r og anvendte ulden til at holde varmen.<\/p>\n<p>Det bev\u00e6ger mig at m\u00e6rke tidens vingesus.<\/p>\n<p>Som en vind af frostklar luft.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"font-size: 10pt;\">Photo: Charlotte Toft<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class='WIInfobox WIInfobox-center' style=''><p><span style=\"color: #800000\">Connection \u2013 invisible threads<\/span><\/p>\n<p>In many cultures and stories, there is the image of the common thread \u2013 a thread of fate that weaves people and events together. Often we only see the threads when we stop. When we listen.<\/p>\n<p>In a time when so much divides us \u2013 politically, socially, environmentally \u2013 we need, perhaps more than ever, to find what binds us together. The invisible thread that, according to an old Chinese proverb, \u201ccan be stretched but not broken.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At a writing workshop in Kontemplation&#039;s blog team, we invited the writers to explore just that.<\/p>\n<p>We started close up. With a single object \u2013 a stone, a feather, a seashell \u2013 something we could hold in our hands. With open senses we listened to the object\u2019s history, to memories, to nature. From here we wrote freely, investigating and listening.<\/p>\n<p>Here you can read how our writers have let the invisible threads emerge through words \u2013 as clues, as testimonies, as small glimpses of the larger context we are all woven into.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Med h\u00e5nden p\u00e5 tr\u00e6h\u00e5ndtaget \u00e5bner jeg skuffen. En duft af luftt\u00f8rret uldt\u00f8j r\u00e6kker ud mod mig. Jeg v\u00e6lger en sort bluse. Da jeg tager den op til ansigtet, bliver jeg&hellip;<\/p>","protected":false},"author":38,"featured_media":35830,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":[],"meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[68],"tags":[],"person":[350],"class_list":["post-35764","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-kultur","person-britta-karlshoej"],"subtitle":"","embedded_audio":"","hasaudio":"0","hide_featured_image_on_post":"1","nobio":"0","infobox":"<span style=\"color: #800000;\">Forbundethed - usynlige tr\u00e5de<\/span>\r\n\r\nI mange kulturer og fort\u00e6llinger findes billedet af den r\u00f8de tr\u00e5d - en sk\u00e6bnetr\u00e5d, der v\u00e6ver mennesker og begivenheder sammen. Ofte ser vi f\u00f8rst tr\u00e5dene, n\u00e5r vi stopper op. N\u00e5r vi lytter.\r\n\r\nI en tid, hvor meget splitter os - politisk, socialt, milj\u00f8m\u00e6ssigt - har vi m\u00e5ske mere end nogensinde brug for at finde det, der binder os sammen. Den usynlige tr\u00e5d, som if\u00f8lge et gammelt kinesisk ordsprog \"kan str\u00e6kkes, men ikke kn\u00e6kkes.\"\r\n\r\nP\u00e5 en skriveworkshop i Kontemplations blogteam inviterede vi skribenterne til at udforske netop d\u00e9t.\r\n\r\nVi begyndte t\u00e6t p\u00e5. Med et enkelt objekt - en sten, en fjer, en muslingeskal - noget vi kunne holde i h\u00e6nderne. Med \u00e5bne sanser lyttede vi til genstandens historie, til minder, til naturen. Herfra skrev vi frit, unders\u00f8gende og lyttende.\r\n\r\nHer kan du l\u00e6se, hvordan vores skribenter har ladet de usynlige tr\u00e5de tone frem gennem ord - som spor, som vidnesbyrd, som sm\u00e5 glimt af den st\u00f8rre sammenh\u00e6ng, vi alle er v\u00e6vet ind i.","quote":"","year_published":"2025","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35764","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/38"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35764"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35764\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37702,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35764\/revisions\/37702"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/35830"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35764"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35764"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35764"},{"taxonomy":"person","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/person?post=35764"},{"taxonomy":"format","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/format?post=35764"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}