So suddenly the day was night and the world became dark, we had a solar eclipse on equinox, all the planets and the stars aligned, body and mind united in a frantic moment of stand-still.
It was weird.
Next day we woke up to white hail on the ground.
You know my last name Hejl skov? Hail. Forest. I felt at home. And you know how I never feel at home? And you know how the world can be damp and heavily breathing? And you know how the world can be light as a bright song, a flickering white shadow?
Drinking morning cofee by the wood burning stove. Working on an essay. Driving all the way into town to get a real shower. Building two garden beds. Making a fire. Raking around. Moving old window frames. Chasing the escapist hens. Eating gullash for dinner.
Lighting the fire in the fireplace. Him working on his music, me reading a book, thunderboy creating lego spaceships, dog snoring. Head will hit pillow in a minute, tired all the way through.
That´s what I did today and these are pictures of the road that leads home.
I think this is life of both withdrawal and resistance. I think this is a life of both struggle and peace. Leaving home. Coming home. War zones and comfort zones.
It is MOVING.
Whisper. Shout. Dance. It is possible to do many things, have many emotions, our thinking have become so polarised but the poles are melting!
When we´re out in the world we call it “Green front” and then we salute each other and nod in recognition of the work that we do because work is being done you know, people are rising, picking themselves up from the floor, whispering, shouting, dancing- things have begun to change and the key word seems to be kindness.
Well anyway, we call it “green front” and sometimes, brief moments in time (like right now) I have hope. More and more good people crawling out of their caves.
Get up. Stand up.
Here´s some music videos by my friend Persille and my husband Jeppe, they have a band named “Udskud” and they are crowdfunding money to produce a knock out soundtrack for green transition in Denmark.
I´m in love with the man, I like his muscles and he makes me laugh (even if I´ll divorce him a hundred times every winter) I like the way he is bursting with music, trumpets and keys (he produced and played all of the instruments on the tracks)
Who said living in the wild should be a life without music anyways, isn´t that a strange thing to expect? Silence?
I hope you will support their crowdfunding campaign (apparently the site does not allow international transactions and I think that sucks but maybe if you have a paypal account this email is wired to their project: email@example.com) either by sharing their work wide and broad or by donating or preordering their record on the crowdfunding site.
This song is called “Green transition” and Persille, fabulous singer, good friend, made this video in her kitchen – a small Copenhagen apartment kitchen, a kitchen of late night crying and drinking, we were talking about a revolution, talking about a revolution.
Jeppe and Persille are trying to give a voice to the growing discomfort and the nagging truths- but they are also trying to sex up the debate about climate change, biodiversity, permaculture, green transition and sustainability (plus they´re funny)
I said sex.
The point of it all.
This song is called “the point of it all”. It´s a sad song and it can´t be translated because all of the single words have two meanings.
This is the verse
“It is about being able to share
that´s the point of it all
and if I could I would plant your soul
and let if grow like a chanterelle”
One last thing before I go to sleep.
I find it strikingly strange that a narcissistic culture such as our own seems to be so unnatural preoccupied with naming every resistance or act of resilience as “narcissistic”.
If you speak up within your peer group, if you have a blog, do an interview – you´re narcisistic. If your lifestyle differs from the norm – you´re narcisistic.
I´ve come to think that if anyone calls you spoiled or narcissistic it´s probably a good sign. “Narcissistic” seems to be the favorite defence mechanism of the status quo.
It took me a long time (too long, it took me forever) to realise that whenever people accused me of being narcissistic – said that living on a small-scale homestead in the wild is in essence a narcissistic project – I couldn´t argue against that. Who in this culture is NOT narcissistic?
So the name calling and the defence mechanism of the status quo worked, I began to hate myself instead of questioning these sick structures, this perverted system, this evil empire. I crawled back into my cave.
“Sorry for bothering you””No, clearly one can both eat nutella AND be a hippie”
Either or. You have to choose. Are you in or are you out?
Well I´m both.
And you probably are too.
And I don´t think that disqualifies you. I don´t think that means you should shut up.
I think we should all raise our voices.
Sing like the birds. Growl like the melting ice on the lake.
Right now my life is about music (and the hills are alive with music)… after that one weird solar eclipse moment when everything stood still…. I´m bursting with hope
(well that´s a lie but, you know, creative licence and such)
(ps. crowdfunding campaign)