Alone time, time alone. Wrap it in a package and give it to me... any time


This is one of those things I love. I want to be a part of these ideas and use creativity to evoke change. Love this!
"The 'green pedestrian crossing' is an installation performance by jody xiong of the chinese creative agency ddb. In an attempt to gain the attention of the inhabitants of country, the china environmental protection foundation sought out a marketing campaign that could be wide spread to promote walking instead of driving. an outdoor 
advertisement was leveraged on a busy pedestrian crossing; a place where both pedestrians and drivers meet."
(taken from here)




Autumn falls. New ideas are popping out. 
Today I am longing for big bows, my mom's old perfume, the horse I meet in the late hours and magical adventures.



The polar prize tomorrow. 
Hands up for mister Simon, writer of tunes that sends shivers over 40 years later.

Hello darkness, my old friend 

I've come to talk with you again 
Because a vision softly creeping 
Left its seeds while I was sleeping 
And the vision that was planted in my brain 
Still remains 
Within the sound of silence 

In restless dreams I walked alone 
Narrow streets of cobblestone 
'Neath the halo of a street lamp 
I turned my collar to the cold and damp 
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light 
That split the night 
And touched the sound of silence 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/p/paul+simon/sounds+of+silence_20559740.html ] 
And in the naked light I saw 
Ten thousand people, maybe more 
People talking without speaking 
People hearing without listening 
People writing songs that voices never share 
And no one dared 
Disturb the sound of silence 

"Fools", said I, "You do not know 
Silence like a cancer grows 
Hear my words that I might teach you 
Take my arms that I might reach you" 
But my words, like silent raindrops fell 
And echoed 
In the wells of silence 

And the people bowed and prayed 
To the neon god they made 
And the sign flashed out its warning 
In the words that it was forming 
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls 
And tenement halls" 
And whispered in the sounds of silence


“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. 

But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.” 









 - let's go wildlings to the land of magic forest and deep lakes

 In the day there will be dancing beneath the foliage

In the night there will be secret meetings

 If we are lucky - the lake eddies will caress our bodies

Bye for now...



 Yesterday I listened to a forest monk's tales. It cleared my mind and made me a bit more sane. He told me of the following quote; 

“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”
Albert Einstein

Many of my internal disputes is the questioning of my intuition.Not anymore.



We are becoming too occupied to see the beauty and amusement in ordinary things. Rest your head- you have no idea of what adventures your free mind can bring.  
“We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.”
— Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via 4mbivalent)

Reading or doing nothing is not a waste of time. It is necessary for allowing the brain to live a bit too

One should not be ashamed to deliberately splash in puddles. It's nice to break the traditions and customs

I need to find a favorite dress. Suitable all year round. Bare-legged or not. With boots or sandals. Under a cardigan or for a party. Just one perfect dress.  



Reminders that life is not lost

Travel to capture the last rays of the sun - butter for the soul and long sought after gift to my sister

Baking - handwork, brain work, yummy for my tummy and without additives. Best when offered to a loved one, best when baked from natures own (like mum and dad's apples)

Late night adventures in late summer days- crayfish party in Dalarna amongst loved ones

Undemanding moments, the art of doing nothing - curl up wherever you see fit

Enjoy the last days being able to grab coffee outside before cold winds pull in and sweeps away the summer...for this time!

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