Call me Jesus but don´t take the candy

This night I dreamt I could walk on water. In fact not just walk, but even jump as high as the crowns of the trees. So I did, and in the top of the trees I saw kids playing dangerously on the tiny branches. I remember the thought in the dream as "thank god I don´t have kids, otherwise I would be scared and worried to death constantly!"
At daytime this Thuesday, I haven´t yet interpreted the kid-part of the dream, neither have I had the opportunity to check out my factual skills concerning waterwalking, but only registered, that to get through this day at the library studying Language comprehension I need to break with my "I don´t eat candy"-assumption.
I might walk on water and jump into the sky on wings of love - but my concentration is not miraculous.

Taking action

The meteorologist labeled this day ”Merciless Sunday” which I refused to accept.






According to my psycho-professor the only question of importance is what works for whom?
This definitely works for me today.

Fool

Can´t believe my luck.
Or the beauty of the morning glory at the sea.
Everyone emerging from the sea this morning looked like a goddess
- a chance I couldn´t resist.
The temperature of the air was 5 C.
Luckily the coldness of the water is inversely proportional to the warmth inside afterwards.
There is Kenyan AA coffee and hot full-cream milk in my cup.
There is a burning yellow tree outside my window.
There is a cronic smile on my face and I am aware I sound like a foolishly happy idiot
- and I dont care.

Yeah

Pierce my ears

Yesterday I meet an old flame of mine at a Stand-up show. I couldn´t really find the guy, I was crazy about for decades. But I found his wife. And lost my earring in front of her and ran after it down under a table (- no more arguments needed for having my ear pierced!) What ever, I laughed, wished them well and ran out the door with the girls for the next bar, where the boys and beers where waiting.
Best is friends, mondays in town and the fact, that I´m happy I´m not in her shoes.

IT-girl

After 11 hours sleep I recognized, I was not yet ready for leaving the warmth of the duvets but eager to leave the fact, that everybody is having vacation except from me.
I compensated for the lack of holiday in my schedule by staying in bed for another 6 hours acompanied by a cappucino, music and a book concerning my at the moment high-interest-topic; children´s attachment theories.
At 04 pm I found my self ready for another day, got out of the duvets and into the woodshed. I love making fire! Soon the cosiness blazed up at the fireplace where dormitory girls soon joined me completing the saturdayish mix of study and pleassure.

According to what I heard in the radio introduced as the hottest tendency right now, I´m so hot today.
The latest it-thing is Power Peace.
As if it was new, that it´s so not to be oh-so-busy...?
Anyway, the first word in my mind as I woke up at dawn was peace.
It was in my tummy. Powerful. If it´s the new black or not – peace in mind is highly underestimated.
I love it. It suits me.

Dawn with polar explorer Rasmussen

Sparkling Merlot

I admit it. Im a sucker for sparkling wine.
Yesterday I enjoyed one of these moments where wine and company in mysterious synergistic ways make the world spin.
When I kind of came round again, I found myself few meters from home with red deer, chestnuts and a bottle of Australian Merlot - and my "life is to short for bad red wine, so I rather stay with champagne" was replaced by
"now we´re talking".
Uhhhh. I give in. When red wine is good, it is very good.
Yesterday was a delightfull exploration of jumping in at the deep end letting go of old views, and discovery of the fact, that 100 meters from my door is a highly recommendable restaurant, which the Michelin Guide discovered long before I did.
Ah. Better late than never.
Life is sweet.
Tasty, rich and surprising like an Australian Merlot a rainy Thuesday night.

Dependent

Even as a quite independent woman,
there are things
I´ve found it hard to do on my own.
As giving myself a hug.
As biting my own nose.

Or as illustrated by this
on-my-way-to-wedding-snap:
As having my own photograph taken
without missing a part

Fabulous

Out of the blue - or from Hadsten. Same same.
Gifts - I love the concept. As much as I hate gifts as duty, I love it when it´s not.
It´s not. Saturday evening and suddenly a new groovy tone is added to my life few minutes after recieving an unexpected CD by mail.
Von Daler & Low Pressure. Sonatas En Dub is a Danish tango/reggae project.
It is a gift from the lady who asked me to dance my first Argentine tango.
As then, I now am totally delighted.
Can´t wait for my dancemate to show up.

Temptations

Ooops, I did it again. Got joyfully drunk at lunch. It almost costed a hell lot of money, since I had the lunch close to Moshi Moshi Shoes.
Though I noticed my inclination for falling in love with Marc Jacobs didn´t excactly disapear with a glass of wine, I got away thanks to a snobbish shop girl and I thought the temptation was over so far.
Yeah right.
Another shop got me. Now with a tempting pair of shoes, just in my size, 60% off and an awful pleasant shop owner. Yes, she was so right, they were terrible beautiful and it wasn´t hard to imagine what occasion they would fit.
But again, in last second I was caught up with the last bit of economical moderation by counting the times, where I need a pair of ultra high heels compared to having a practical jacket for the daily bikerides in rain...
Borring bottomline tells me unless I change my dresscode at uni, change my studies from CSS to CBS (Copenhagen Business School) or increase the number of dining dates in town, they remain at the nice-to-have-list.
I left the shop.

At home a cleaning duty was waiting at the dormitory.. It took a quite a while today. I was carried away by the view, a phonecall and the fact, that I actually live with marble pills in my livingroom. Marvelous. I started photografing instead of cleaning.

And dreaming about dancing instead of washing the floor...
But as with Marc J & co. I resisted temptation. Now the only challenge left for today is to figure out, why part of this post is underscored?
I give up. An early working saturday in the kitchen is waiting far too soon.

Magnanimity

My words are too big for this blog tonight.
Had a wonderful day. My expectations were exceeded.
Maybe it started by waking up very early, taking a slow ride on my bike to the collective for a coffee before work.
Or maybe it was the impulsive lunchbreak from work, inviting my best friend for birthday-sushi. Anyhow it certainly was there, when we drunked with the subtle mixture of joy, tears and rosé left the restaurant greeting Teitur, half laughing half puzzled by his date, who asked if she could have the leftovers from our dish.
Our magnanimity had no limits - we served her the rest of our seaweed salat and went back to work.
The evening went on with hot chocholate, birthday buns, a lot of children, sunshine, chestnuts.
I was the last to leave.
Happy ending.

Odd desires

The sea was amazing this morning. My tiny sleepy eyes were tickled by the shimmering water and my breath got into my toes. Let the day begin.
It is one of these days where cleaning the fridge, picking flowers and even cleaning the floor, washing away my neighbours 2 weeks old sticky party-leftovers is attractive to do.
However my to-do-list requests a study of Problem solving - Puzzles, Insights, and Expertise.
Appart from dreaming about cleaning or reading slow russian classics, the good news is, that I actually got through parts of the task of this week this morning.
Soon I´ll be rewarded by allowing myself an hour of cleaning accompanied by loud Lulu Rouge - and then coffee and writing an old-school letter for my best friend.

Damn right

Worst is to prove right
when all you want is to be wrong

Simplicity

Today I was labeled ”simple”.
An old friend came by while I was surrounded by clusters of fresh French rouge garlic, autum bliss raspberries harvested in the morning, deep purple figs, Fillipa apples and you name all the stuff, that delights me at my absolute favourite greengrocer´s shop Kong Gulerod.
I spend this saturday behind the counter for free and for fun, enjoying for a while to be princess back in business again.How are you, he asked? The answer was sparkling eyes and laughter.
Dear, you´re a simple girl, he said shaking his head at me with a smile.
Yes. These moments are simple. All questions and moods are wiped out, left is raw life. Not the scary version, but a version scented with hosts of Vietnamese coriander, Thai basil, soil and Vanilla, working as a source of life right into my veins.
Simple.
And severe. I want the best.
And I want the world to want it too! That´s the lesson of today, which also tought me how I hate, when the world can´t see, what I can see.
Or when the world is satisfied with less.

Why settle with out-of-season-strawberries from Chile, when there is autum-bliss-raspberries harvested in the morning with a taste of late summer to get right in front of you?
The question for me to be answered is, if I will learn to settle for less...