Saturday, November 29, 2008

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Rumours disproved



Contrary to expectations it was the elderly members, who made up a row at Friday night´s christmas psycho-party. As the youngsters one by one faded out here and there proportional to the snaps intake, the ageing dancing queens disproved all rumours of senile decay..

Monday, November 17, 2008

Blessed be the blinkers

Love is shit - one of the wise men in my life said today.
Deep shit - my never failing hard-nosed realism added.
Whatever.
We know.
And keep on living as we don´t.

The new black

Everybody should taste the new Ethiopian Idido coffee at The Coffee Collective!
Reminds me of mum´s strawberry juice and is the first serious competitor to my favourite coffee the Kenyan Gatundu from Tim Wendelbo, Oslo. It´s amazing as americano.
It might be the new black.
Mmmmm...

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Puzzling phenomena

Today was the day to get back on track.
Not that I´ve been on a side track - Anything but – I ´ve found my place in the world,
but for now there´s a bit crowded.
So I decided it was time for a biscuit, to shelve the Kleenex and wear high heels. When I realized the rings under my eyes were mirrored even in a dirty buss window my decision was confirmed!
So I had a lift across the country with a driver of the favourite kind, who leaves me the keys and leans back as I am testing out the driving properties, which was absolutely ok.
The only minus was my consciousness of the cost of a mixture of forgotten licence, speed and police...
As I later left the speeder and the lift
my grandmum was waiting at the door in the darkness of Jutland
It is funny how I kind of always visit her when I want to get back on track.
Maybe it is due to the very simple fact, that bringing joy is a reciprocal act.
Even though I changed from high heels to rubber boots for the visit, I didn´t miss some rare comments. It´s amazing what comments elderly – 91 year old - ladies can get away with. As I served her my special salad of warm-smoked salmon, almonds, apples, vincotto and spelt grains, she said uhmm.......And then I heard nothing less but
..the grains – you can feed the birds with them!
Yes please!
God she is amazing.
On my way home I was warmed by her knitted socks and her harsh wrapped but not less warm heart, hoping for her to stay alive long enough to celebrate me
becoming a graudate in Psychology - which she also dont misses the chance to tell me
will never happen, since she consider me a perpetual student!


Aint it amazing and a puzzle, how love can endow one with an unbelievable large quota?
Yes it is.
And that´s the hope keeping me more on track than high heels and 211 horsepower do.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Coping III


Finally I´ve got my delivery of the 20 kilograms of Guyave Chocolate which is gonna get me through this winther.

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

Saved by James B

The good thing to say about Quantum of Solace, Bond and the babes is that even though it is actionpacked too, it never during the 146 minutes reminded me of real life.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Public shit


The most fashionable street
now with public lavatory

Friday, November 7, 2008

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Perls from a Tibetan Lama

Little bit let go - little bit happy
So so let go - so so happy
Very much let go - very very happy

Mindful



It´s stormy round here these days.
The sea was rough this morning
and I went out of bed and right into the storm.
That is where I prefer to be, when it´s storming -
right in the centre.
I find it to be the best position for coping with whatever might be.
I´m attending a Mindfulness conference today
which I just realised is a theory and a praxis concerning excactly this.
I´m eager to hear the experts points of view when it comes to coping with stormy life..

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Compromise

I started the day hard negotiating with a considerable aversion against waking up.
The compromise solution ended after several evasive actions with the promise of a gentle and warm begining of the day by heating the sauna before going into the autum cold sea.
The other part of the deal is to be carried out now by studying Language Production without bother, and by holding the focus on the topic and nowhere else.
What a bliss that my favourite barista at the roastery gave me a portion of Titira Sidamo Ethiopian coffee the other day.
No holds are bared in the struggle for life.



Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Best

Best is when black humour and coffee
friends and a so far unseen strenght
show up
That´s the best.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Fox hunt

The yearly fox hunt Hubertusjagten took place today in the woods close to me. The event is named after Saint Hubertus, who after meeting a deer with its horn unwinded with a crucifix, converted to Christianity and went to Rome.


We went a bit north where we joined 40-50.000 other warmly dressed wannabee hunters dressed up in a mixture of Hunter boots, Burberry sqares, hip flasks and fur coats.



We were equiped with croissants, wooden socks and a slightly reminder of Saturdays party.
It was freezing cold to wait for the horses to pass the pond, but we endured thanks to the superior goal of this day,
which was not regarding a transforming experience with a Catholic deer, but as down to earth as hoping for some riders to fall into the muddy water.
What a strange hope...
Nevertheless it was what the camera lenses
and the mob were all eager to witness. Luckily for the riders we were disappointed at that point, but what a beautiful morning, and how ambitious a program for a sunday following a Saturday night!

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