Tag Archive: Now

Dust if you must

Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better To paint a picture, or write a letter, Bake a cake, or plant a seed; Ponder the difference between want and need? Dust if… Continue reading

Getting back to business

Two weeks into the new year and I am feeling a pull of pressure. In a good get going kind of way. I have let days drift by, going from one juice bar… Continue reading

Magnet messages

We don’t sleep. We toss and turn and worry. We get up and open the window when the room gets too hot only to get up and close it when the street outside… Continue reading

Living rooms

The late summer sun hits our windows… …stained by pollen and rain, it spills on our living room – the table with the Buddha statue, the plants we seem to neglect, the yoga… Continue reading

A silent summer sigh

The last breath of July came as a silent sigh. This is the summer that never happened. But I embrace the change of season, despite autumn arriving about a month too soon. This… Continue reading

Busy being in love

I search for your name. It’s an old habit. But you’re not around. Or sometimes you are. And we talk for hours. But you’re still in Costa Rica and I can’t reach you.… Continue reading

Feelgood weekend (in Oslo)

Yesterday Oslo’s outdoor cafés were packed with people in sunglasses and sneakers. Today it is snowing. It’s March and this is to be expected. Hence why I embrace it, sitting here at Funky… Continue reading

Ask and you shall receive

I take time to sit down at my desk, with no distraction but the empty screen. A glass of red wine to my left. A plate of sliced parmesan cheese to my right.… Continue reading

Fleeting feelings

It’s been two weeks and the sensation of waking up the sound of the Costa Rican rainforest, it’s tropical birds and cheeky little monkey’s, feels long gone. My faded summer skin is back… Continue reading

Home for the holidays

I’m sitting comfortably in a spacious seat in a silent train car travelling along the coast from Stockholm to Hudiksvall. One my one side, a woman is quietly knitting and on the other,… Continue reading