So the stars were definitely hanging in a certain way, there was something in the air, maybe it was some kind of divine (coincidence) , maybe it was the soul as well as nature itself tired of waiting, watching the destruction, the injustice… but what happened yesterday was indeed spectacular and I´m going to tell you about it.
It was the first day that really felt like autumn, rainy, cold. Staying on the inside, lightening the candles, drinking cocoa, reading books.
We are bears, this is our cave, we have been restitutioning for four years now, gathering our strength, reorienting ourselves, waking up, it´s time to leave. So he said “Come on, mamma, let´s go for a walk” and then he took me to a hill we have named “Bear Hill”
Where he found his weapons: a magic stick and “The feather of life” (he says that feather is very important)
He also said his name is either Dark Lord or Sigurd Rubysword Lovewarrior.
And THEN what happens is that we go home and I upload the above picture to Facebook and I write about activism, how I wish I could go the climate conference in Paris taking place in under a hundred days from now, how I wish I could be there, show my face, fight for HIM and the children and the love of nature, how I want to tell that story, a travel reportage, visiting and interviewing people, flooding social media with alternative storytelling. Because I don´t think climate change is being properly communicated, we need more than numbers, more than fear, we need… a more beautiful world, a reason.
In my opinion.
Then what happens, and this is just really truly amazing, my readers and followers begin asking for my bank account numbers, they WANT us there, they want us to travel to Paris, they want to witness the event through the personal experience, they want us to go and tell the story… and within hours I received several thousands kroner!
We´re going to Paris!
This is unique and for me personally a turning point.
First of all it marks the decentralisation of media, the democratisation of journalism and storytelling but it is also a very strong signal about the growing RELATIONSHIP between the author and the reader.
My readers want me to go and cover this event. They are paying for the story and covering our travel expenses (it dosn´t feel “commercial” and I suspect this feeling is alfa and omega, it feels personal, it feels important, like we are connected and invested in each other)
The story will be told on all platforms, this blog, my facebookpage, my instagramprofile.
I´d like to tell the story wider and broader. Let´s see.
Second of all it just makes so much sense to me personally. Following the many discussions we have had here on this blog (personal responsibility in everyday life versus activism, the frustration about the state of the world ect) this is a way for me to try and ACT out these debates and thoughts.
Ok. Let´s see then.
Third of all I would like to use this opportunity to tell a multitude of stories.
I´d like to make a travel reportage beginning here in the forest with our preparations, driving down through Europe (people we should visit? places we should go? What would you like me to dwell at?) and then arriving in Paris.
I´d like to make a travel reportage as well as a series of interviews. I will try to find out if I can interview some of the people there (whom?) and I will describe Paris. The event. The protest. The conference.
All of this to try to communicate climate change in a different language.
All of this to BE there, to show our faces, to fight.
So this morning, walking the morning walk I take this picture of Thunderboy. He´s coming with me to the climate conference, he already put on his angry bird tie
and he says “momma, look at this hill, let´s call this hill the love hill” and then he fills his mouth with blueberries
and then he jumps around on the rocks, like a bird, like a bear, like a free ranging human being, for the love of nature, I´m in love with nature, this moment, him, and I feel…
… like the forest itself is sending us to Paris, like the people themselves are sending us to Paris, like it matters, I feel that it matters!
And I want to do my best.
Don´t destroy the planet. Not because all of our resources are rooted on the planet, not because nature is a “resource” but because nature is a FEELING and because we´re connected.
Later that evening my friend Julie writes a letter to the Danish refugee camps that have recently been exposed to racial vandalism and naziviolence. We have been talking so many times about the state of the world and how we feel that we can´t do anything. How just getting through the day seems as if it is all we can muster.
She wrote a letter to the refugee camp “You are welcome here refugees” and posted it online, in a matter of hours the whole thing went viral and thousands of people are now writing letters and postcards to the refugees, insisting on humanity, challenging the common discourse, protesting… with love.
So as I said, I think the stars were aligned some weird way yesterday, I think there was something in the air, divine coincidence or the soul itself, nature itself, us, ourselves, rising, awakening, standing together, insisting on the different story…
If you have any ideas about people I should visit while in France, people to interview and so on, let me know. Help me share this story and connect with others (who might be going)
I strongly recomend this article posted in the guardian recently, they speak about how we need to mobilise as we did in the big civil movements to try to bring about change in the way we treat the planet. And also this article speaking about how a new sense of self is emerging in our day and age, a self that is connected (this is why I defend the cult of authenticity, it is a signal of people reaching out and internetculture just the same)
You can support our journey to Paris (we still need money to make it work, I´m bringing the boy so I wont sleep in the streets) by donating to these bank account numbers:
My address being
Andrea Hejlskov, Lensater, Lovstaholm, 68697 Lysvik, Sweden
or by making a monthly contribution (for this months or the coming month or for as many moths as you like) via my patreon page.
We´re coming. Forth. From between the trees.
I think it´s beatuful.
I feel alive.