Ever since our interview in the Danish newspaper Information (and the interview in Lady Magzine Femina) we have gotten a lot of attention back in the Motherland. I did this half hour radio interview on P1, and another radio interview. A lot of university students and students of journalism wants to visit and do field studies. A lot of desperadoes (and I mean that in a positive way) wants to visit too and experience the forest/do some woofing.
There´s even a truckload of 42 students of culture coming. Just to drink coffee and ask us… about culture.
Danish channel DR2 are doing a reportage in a couple of weeks and a movie documentarian is making… a movie.
And we say yes.
We say yes to most of it.
Partly because that´s how we get our money (gift-economy remember).
I don´t mind being a tourist attraction if that means I don´t have to work the factory just yet. Or ever.
So there´s that.
But we also say yes for a second reason.
I´d like to illustrate that reason by means of the example:
The other day I received an email from a 16-year-old girl. In a language of vivid desperation and analytic reflection she told me about her life. She asked if she could maybe come visit. She would surely help me do the dishes and look after the kids and such- she just really needed to get away for a little while, a couple of days or so, to put things into perspective, to chop some firewood. She was so honest. She was so humble.
We receive a lot of letters like these. There´s so many people that dream of another kind of life, another way of living. They just don´t know where to go or what to do or whom to ask or where to seek information.
Just like WE didn´t know.
Two years ago.
So that´s why.
Sharing is caring.
But there´s yet a third reason. This reason I call “the mission”.
The mission is not something I´ve always had. It´s new to me. I´ve had a hard time understanding it, examining it but lately we have gotten to know each other better. The mission and me.
See, I used to have a lot of ambition and I really hated that. I hated that I had to find and feel love by acquiring money, status and success (and never really succeeding). As if I had no worth in my self, as if my existence was somewhat not legitimate if I was not successful and had ambition.
Maybe I thought ambition and mission and vision was the same- but it´s not.
So I´ve been thinking a lot about ambition, deconstructing it in my head out here in the forest.
BUT… one does not simply sit down and shut up. One does not simply become one with nature and lose all interest in fellow-man. Actually leaving society made me care even more about it. I began to care even more about the climate. About nature. About the way we behave.
I felt a need to speak up. I felt a need to try and do something.
Part of me still wants to leave and never look back, part of me is still completely disillusioned and pessimistic but sometimes things happens that restore my faith in humanity and in my self. And most of the time these things happen because of outside influences… like my neighbours doing something wonderful, good news in the news or say MY READERS GIVE ME A WRITING GRANT!!!
It is someone elses generosity that keeps me breathing and my spirit high.
Let´s never stop being generous! For gods sake!
Here´s the third reason why we say yes: Because generosity is what will save the world. That´s the mission. Never to forget the power of generosity.
There´s a human interaction, a connection that must never be forgotten.
We are generous creatures.
I give my heart, blood, soul, my story, my thoughts, I share my reality and in return I get the support from my readers. I think this is one of the biggest emotions in the entire human experience.
When what you offer freely and generous is received in the spirit you gave it. When someone listens.
When someone appreciates your effort.
When it MATTERS.
I think we need to matter, us humans. There is an intense feeling of fulfillment in this. Shit man. It´s importance, it´s beauty. When we MATTER to each other – when it´s not about popularity or success or acknowledgement or even money when it´s not ambition or ego (yes I am a still a narcissistic self-absorbed exhibitionist, don´t worry, I won´t forget) – but about real actual human beings.
To each other.
So my readers raised 50.000 kroner which will allow me to sit down for half a year, writing, not needing to worry about the money for a litle while.
That´s just completely, totally, insanely, intensely, weird and strange and AH! It´s amazing!
I´m the mother. I get to tell the story. I´m the storyteller.
And I have a mission.
Through personal stories about actual people I will communicate nature, I will communicate choice, I will communicate responsibility, climate and the broader world, the parallel world, I will communicate that.
I will communicate generosity.
I feel insanely privileged. To live here in a home made log cabin by the lake, not owning anything, not even the car we drive in, no pension, no insurance, no electricity or running water but damn it I feel rich!
It´s a feeling that can´t be bought for money.
Thank you so much! Thank you for listening, thank you for reading, thank you for giving me a writing grant, thank you for allowing me to matter!
Here´s a picture of the sun. And a poem.
” As we live
we are transmitters of life
We transmit life
and when we fail to transmit life
life fails to flow through us”