I was born in the town of Skive located by the fjord called Lim (Limfjord).
I was born by a blue-eyed gypsy on one side, an ambitious woman on the other, we were constantly moving, striving.
I was a sensitive child. My children have inherited this from me. Quivering antennas. We´re trees.
Like all trees we have roots. Like all trees we have leaves. Sucking up the sun, moved by the wind, buried in the soil, stretching… deeper.
Yesterday the world was soo big.
The sky… rippled. Stretchmark and waves, cloudy visions.
The air…. tense. The soil… warm.
I was walking in my favorite forest, a place I used to call… mine.
The giant full moon was smeared out on the heavens, a dance of red and blue and I remembered.
Who I am.
Nature is sacred. Nature is not sacred.
It just IS.
When I´m lost I find comfort in nature, I get found. Not because nature has an opinion about me (thank god that it dosn´t) but because I REMEMBER.
It makes me remember.
Maybe memories are sacred.
A long while ago, before we moved to the wild woods of Värmland, Sweden Jeppe and I moved back to the area where we were both born.
This used to be our home
This used to be ours
… but it´s not anymore.
Everything is overgrown now, taken back by nature.
Hunters planted willows on the holy hills, blackberries climb the roof, the fire pit is merely a hollow now.
One thing is the same though. These volcanic layers. We used to live on this beach, we used to walk it all the time, these layers of time… all of the time.
I don´t know what to say now.
I miss the place I come from.
I wish we didn´t have to leave.
I know that we did. I wish we could come back. I don´t think we can.
Living in nature has taught me that everything changes. All of the time.
I was detached from this fact, I was estranged from it, I have been taught to aim for continuity. The constant.
All of the time.
It´s not all of the time I´m cool with it.
I´m back on social media for a number of reason, some of the reasons I tried to explain a couple of days ago on my Danish profile. A reader, one of you, wrote to me following my explanations. She was hurt. She said that she has been a long time reader and that she didn´t feel like I acknowledged the support. Ice. Cold. Chock.
I´ve been thinking about it.
She didn´t want to hear about my reactions to the reactions we get (on our story), she only wanted to hear about our life in the forest. I disagree with that and I can´t comply, I think this is a HUGE part of going off grid and living differently (the reactions you get, the social pressure) and I think it´s important that this story is told TOO.
But the fact remains.
I´ve been so busy striving, stretching, moving, I´ve been too busy explaining, trying to understand, I´ve been working too hard and I have been focusing on a sense of being attacked. We can argue whether this sense is realistic or not (and what to do about it) but the fact remain that my long time reader and long time supporter felt as if it didn´t matter… oh my god.
Sharing memories. Sharing stories. Sharing nature. Sharing life.
You need to be able to receive too!!!!
So to all of you, our supporters, the people who have followed us, rooted for us, debated with us, engaged on this journey with us… I don´t have the words to describe to you how much it matters, how grateful I am and how deeply it moves me.
I just don´t have the words…. but I think, I feel and I know…