There was a man standing outside the hipster/organic supermarket, located just by one of the major subway stations in Copenhagen, this man was selling the newspaper of the homeless (Hus Forbi) yelling “Pay for two- get one!” and “It´s not cheap- but it´s good!”
So I paied for two and got one knowing that this newspaper indeed IS very good (great journalism actually) and then I went on my way.
Denmark. Denmark. I can´t seem to let this country go. Somehow.
Working of course (giving speeches, attending meetings) but it´s more than that. I can´t seem to stop caring.
I wish I could.
I wish I could just sit in my log cabin and be all harmonious and cool with it but I´m still not, on the contrary, I get more and more angry. I feel this. It flows in me like a river, not anger in the bad way though, more like… a need to say no.
Yeah. That´s probably it.
It´s new to me.
And as smiled to the homeless guy and he smiled be back we had a little moment there and beside my assertiveness was now a new thing walking next to me. We could call it hope.
Lets call it that.
A feeling that we can appreciate each other, smile to each other, stand together, proud and strong, no matter the money.
So we spent the evening protesting, of course we did, we´re here aren´t we.
Protesting the way we treat the poor and the hungry, the refugee kids and the wartormented souls. “We want to share” was the logic to it and it was beautyful.
It seems cowardly to me to close our eyes, pretend it´s not happening, because it is. And it´s not only the refugee crisis it´s everything else as well. It´s happening. The country is not being governed by the people anymore. But capital. Cowards.
I can’t stand cowardice. I think it´s one of the things I hate the most. Close your eyes and ears and pretend it´s not happening, same procedure as last year, same procedure as every year, NO!
There is a new reality approaching. We need to deal with it.
All of the vikings went and we havn´t seen that kind of thing for ages.
And so we stood there in the dark and in the silence, we just stood there. Witnessing. Staring at it.
and then we howled like wolves and bears and men and women, children, cheering.
and it gave me energy.
It gave me just as much energy and hope and sense of self-worth, agency and power as this does
We´ve been busy harvesting.
Just a little, every day. We still have lots of crops standing back home but it was nice to dig up the potatoes
and get them to a secure location
I´m planning our journey to the climate summit in Paris.
We´ll go to witness that too. Not that I have particularly hope in the politicians but I think something is happening with the people. I hope.
I couldn´t go though if I hadn´t done this.
Four years in the wild to desensitize myself, to deprogram and rewild.
It takes a while.
I will never leave the wild.
I had to come here and to do this in order to even BE a whole human, assertive, hopefully, I had to get my kids to safety, I had to teach myself so many things… before I could even begin to have hope.
I needed a sanctuary. To pick up my sword. Word.
A hidden place
A place of bright colors
and many spirits
What I mean to say is that I stand my ground.
I really truly stand my ground.
It feels good.
A bit shaky. But still.
On the 12th I´ll be in Stockholm, working, participating, performing. Please come to the Dark Mountain workshop if you can.
Also remember I´m on instagram, blogging every day whereas this place is more for longer pieces.