What happened in your peak of summer?
Did you celebrate summer solstice?
See any midsummer fairies?
Met the bear up in bear country?
I wish I did.
At least we saw bear poop in the forest.
|Leo sniffing out big shit.|
Right now, lovely August is covering us under her wings.
What do you wing?
What's now, what's created now?
I'm working every day with creative writing.
Not so fast today, because I struggle with a cold and fever.
So I go with the flow.
Gathering thoughts, pinning down some pictures from my dreams.
Taking small notes.
The dog needs walks and I marvel at the jungle I'm living in.
In the linden trees thousands of honey bees
sing their song.
I brought my tuning fork with me to listen carefully
to what notes they sing.
Soon this blooming is over for this year.
Learning from what happened.
Here's a little retrospect what happened in June-July.
My cd Vida was released on Spotify in the middle of the summer riddle.
|Thank you photographer Maja Tekla Jonsson!|
Midsummer light nights. Picture taken at 23.39:
Summers journey stop #1 was to dance boogie woogie in Herräng. And of course some lindy hop and blues dance and balboa too. Oh what a lovely week! We are so blessed. My daughter and I in a camping tent and spending day and night to dance.
The journey continued to the vast forests and hills and valleys where I come from. I was lucky to spend some time with my scythe, visiting goats on a mountain farm, fäbod, and walking to the top of the world.
|Making traditional messmör.|
In the turning of July into August we were blessed with a blue moon and Irmelin performed at Urkult Festival in the high north. There I had the most amazing birthday celebration and enjoyed it very much to welcome a new turning point in my life.
|Nämforsen stone carvings from the time of the first people.|
|Ylva Varik artistry.|
Att vara tant är att få göra vad fan man vill.
To be an old lady is to be allowed to do what the *#-/* you want.
My antennas are up in the air. Some questions are going to be investigated.
Some lyrics are going to be written.
Some more music will be transformed from the dreamed into reality.
Some future journeys are going to be planned according to the golden map of the inner landscape.
Come rain come shine, life takes us on an unpredicted journey.
Family, friends and love.
Some endings and some beginnings.
Reunions, a break-up.
I pray our hearts continue to be tender in the sometimes hard world we live in.
Let's be curious.
Let's walk in peace.