In the wintertime sun sets directly in front of my cabin, it sinks into the middle of the lake and then disappears.
In the summertime sun sets to the west, gracefully sinking into our campfire.
When it´s REAL summer she´ll be many more meters to the right and I can´t help but feel that these fixations points that we refer to… aren´t fixated at all. Which, but of course, make a deep impact on me: I´ve been trying so hard, for four years now, to create some sort of predictable, fixated, narrative about our life out here, about other people and the world in itself but surrender is approaching and I feel fine.
In the wintertime the sun hangs low, she wades along the horizon. In the summertime she hangs above our heads and swallows all of our shadows, our demons slain by the thin Scandinavian air. I like both of her positions. I can´t put a finger on any of her positions.
I´m trying to find meaning in the fluctuation itself. Sometimes I succeed. Other times I don´t but one things for sure: what I wanted was for life to make sense again, that´s why we ran to the forest- and now it does.
I have nothing to complain about. On the other hand you won´t find me in the gospel choir since I don´t believe in preaching (but I do believe in praying)
I´m drinking raspberry tea…
(pick with love, ferment for four days, dry and place in an airtight container)
(it tastes a bit dry and very earthy)
I am de facto truly and utterly authentically present and content.
Read a book. Did some embroidery. I have time.
We´ve had people living with us in the cabin for the last month (first Lasse- he moved into the woods now, then my mother in law then shortly my mother and stepfather) It´s been cosy and nice, I like to show them “THIS is why we did it!” (and they seem to get it)
You know how spring feels when you live in the woods?
It feels intense. In east and in west, up and below, all the way around.
A strong river stream of incoming people. A quiet storm. A slow burning fire. Lost in the green. Seconds run by wildly, seconds lasts forever.
It might not differ so much from life in the city except from one thing (for me): I notice.
I have nothing more to say right now but I enjoyed writing this blog post.