Tag Archive: Hope

What my heart knows

Late night reflections, like so many times before. I have an 8 year long archive to prove it, and sometimes I amuse myself with looking at where I was this exact day a… Continue reading

Under all silences

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.… Continue reading

Light house

The sun had been shining for so long It was bound to rain at some point Still, you were taken by surprise By my tears, that seemed to blow in from nowhere Although… Continue reading

Hope For Children

I’m in Riga, Latvia, leaving tomorrow. I’ve been here as a part of a project between the hotel group I work for, Clarion Collection by Nordic Choice Hotels and the Latvian help organization Hope For… Continue reading

Walk with the dreamers

Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite… Continue reading

As your garden grows

Nothing happened. And everything did. Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it. Why should you question it? But then slowly seeds are planted inside of… Continue reading

Follow the light unflinchingly

No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.” J.R.R. Tolkien

There’s hope for organic mojitos

It’s almost May but the cold winter air lingers. There’s a sort of in between stage, a standstill in the way the sprouting trees stand half sprung and waiting. Makes me think of… Continue reading

I ♥ Oslo (just a little more)

There is a thunderstorm over Oslo right now. As if the last day’s pressure has been too hard the sky seems to want to rip apart and release all its tears and fury.… Continue reading

Confused Love

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.   Tom Robbins; Even Cowgirls Get the Blues