We´re going to the market. To sell our surplus produce, to get some supplies.
This is done around yule. Everybody does it. You probably do it too.
Going to the market place to look at all of the people, to trade some goods- the smell of roasted almonds, waffles, the fuzz and the footsteps of herds of people- going to the market is somehow related to yule. You do that around yule. Everybody does it. People have always done it.
Allthough lately I have come to think ” What is our produce really worth?” “What are the objects we trade for really worth?” Somehow the issue of worth and price is manifest to me. It´s not so simple anymore. There are all kinds of new factors now like “Time”, “karma”, “energy” to take into consideration when you sell stuff, when you buy stuff.
I mean, this jar of cookies for instance, what would be a fair trade for that? Sure as hell not a few nickels and dimes that´s for sure. This jar of cookies can´t even be bought for money.
Which is why we ate all of the cookies ourselves when we went to the market
So now we only have my speeches and some books to sell. I´m not sure what we need in return though. I made up this list while travelling
* A (butter) cow
* Boots for Sigurd
* Money for those of our kids who live close to the market.
Thinking about money: it seems that money and market is interconnected. You can´t live at the marketplace at not have any money. You can´t live in the city and be poor. It´s awful. Being poor in the country is much better because then you´re not confronted with all of the things you can´t afford. Also there is the matter of what to actually DO at the market. Seems as if the action most prevalent is the action of buying and selling. That´s what you DO at the market. Can you even be at the market place without buying or selling, money changing hands?
Well. I guess you can because I´m going to the market so that I can stand on my soapbox and sing my gospel of doubt.
That´s what I´ll do at the market. I´ll tell you a story and what you give in return is YOUR decision. I don´t have a prize. I won´t have a prize. But come to think about it: what IS the prize of a story?
Well. Going to the market involves so many thoughts and emotions, it´s a multidimensional experience and I´m kind of exited, Sigurd is exited too. He´s exited about all of the people specifically all of the children, he wants to play with them. All of them. “Do you think the children at the market will have time to play?” he asks me and I nod and smile to him.
Going to market involves a lot of travel for us. We´re going to the Copenhagen Market which means travelling by train to Oslo, Norway and then by night ferry all the way down south.
This is what meets the eye when you travel by train. Lots and lots and lots of this
Seems that all of the trees are going to the market of capitalism too.
I wish they would´t take all of the trees, what do you need all of the trees for?
Oslo was hectic, christmas carols and shops everywhere, we more or less ran to the ferry and hid in the cabin for a while.
Then we inspected. Unfortunately I´m too shy to take pictures when people are watching me so we had to find the empty spaces…
A picture of a model of the ferry
Maybe I won´t be so shy on the way home. Maybe I will have grown more accustomed to all of the people then.
We slept all night and in the morning we woke up to this
Hello castle of Kronborg! We´re almost at the market now!
This is a picture of how it feels to go the market
Now. We´ll be a Cafe Intime in Copenhagen tomorrow the 4th of december at 14-16. Entrance 50 kroner. Parsley girl will also be there, we´re doing a “Conversation salon”. You can off course buy my book.
Buying and selling, needing christmas gifts, engaging with the market, it´s not easy I must tell you, this is going into unknown territory, this is going back to all that we left, consumerism, capitalism, can it even be done on different terms? Are we doing it on different terms? I want to!
We go to the market to sell of our surplus produce and to get our hands on some supplies. There should´t be nothing wrong with this… then why does it feel like we should be very aware of traps?
I feel like we are animals. Eyes in the back of my head, all my senses sharpened, all right then, let´s do this.
The gift of going to the market: to be inspired, to play with the children, to connect, to talk, to sing and dance, to look at exotic objects, strange foreign tastes of countries far away, to tell a story, to listen to stories… it´s a gift that we get to do this. It truly is. It´s just that the market also feels like a dangerous place.