Glorious sunshine, working in the garden slaughtering 6 roosters, glorious, glorious and BAM!
She does that sometimes.
A fierce snowstorm later all of my new garden beds are covered in snow, we´re more or less snowed in. Again.
Just yesterday we sat there… by the bonfire and we talked about the future. The future looked bright.
I don´t think I´ve ever seen so much snow fall so fast.
It´s not that I didn´t know it could happen. It´s just that I though I could change the world if I went about my daily life thinking happy thoughts, now sprinkle me fairy dust, won´t you!
No. Not really. I didn´t.
She constantly reminds me that it´s not like that.
So once again we begin a life of throwing snow
and reading books
We´ve got this. We know what to do (light up the big stove, bake a cake) it just never, ever, seizes to amaze me how this wilderness life is folded around it self, so many layers, how many spheres we live in. How many modes of operation, how many worlds.
Reality is DEEP. BROAD. WIDER.
I guess my perception of life has changed. Life is no longer linear and predictable in my minds eye. Life is… multidimensional. We have many worlds to live in. Right now we´re back in winterworld but soon springworld will dance her way back.
So I built myself a work table in a corner of the living room and went into winter-mode. Writing.
” We DO need writers who use their privilege to live more free and examine the world and discover and try out possibilities that most people are cut off from due to all kinds of ties and terms. If not I experience the writer as a sort of traitor who would be better off working in a more respectable trade” (Suzanne Brøgger)
Stay true. Truth is ugly.
Ugly Henmother will keep me a little cozy as I walk through the valleys of whatever.
Ugly Henmother will remind me of spring, Ugly Henmother will cluck if I go into traitor-land.
Other than that I have this to account: I think that it is very wise to listen to winter. Winter will bend your problems and lies in neon, spit them in your face, winter will make them multiply, they will grow like billboards or giant mushrooms in your living room, that´s what winter does. No where to hide, nowhere to run.
“Winter makes us crazy” he says. This is our fourth of fifth winter here, we´ve got skills now, we know the drill but still!
Winter makes us crazy. The only thing that helps is to listen.
And then, when spring comes dancing in: equip yourself better, restructure and reorganise.
Winter have a message- you´d be better off if you listen.
For us the message was this: we will kill each other if we do not make room and take time.
Building a work table in the middle of the living room was a well thought out strategic plan.
Ps. I changed the layout of the blog (won´t change it again, promise) We´ve been cleaning up on the outside, many years of busy work, working materials everywhere, raked a lot! So I felt I had to do the same in here.