| Tuesday May 15 2012 |
| picture and poetic words are my favorite these days...
... simple lines 
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| Saturday May 12 2012 |
Just push on the count of three ...
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| Thursday May 10 2012 |
| a little bird's advice
... I love it when picture pulls poetry 
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| Wednesday May 09 2012 |
| Yesterday turned into a different shadow work ...
... than the one expected when I posted the last blog 24 hours ago! I was forced to dig into my emotions, had not realized how dark some spots of my life had become. It has not been total darkness though - no; by no means. I'm having great days inbetween, so grateful for the gifts I have been receiving, the healing energy ever so strong, the words streaming from my pen, the beautiful pictures I so luckily catch. But still I've been so lost at times - not knowing what to make of my life, missing options ... I needed to shed some light on my emotions and feelings of loss and previous heartackes. Yesterday I needed to dig deep to be later able to move on, I will need to reflect some more in the coming days - and trust more - because I am definately moving on in my life's adventure! But the winter has been tough in many aspects, despite everything good! I miss my daughters, my friends! I realize how much I will be missing my youngest daughter when she moves abroad shortly after graduating from collage later this month. Still I want her to have a great life with her own adventures. She is a beautiful person, a pure diamond. And now she is ready to live a life of fulfillment wherever she choses to go! Life is a play of shadow and light, in which we can confront the shadows, cry out some of the emotions and replace with light, hope and trust. Sometimes we move with upset hearts from light into shadow ... ... realizing that everything will be OK - and then back into the light! 
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| Tuesday May 08 2012 |
| let's play ...
... today 
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| Monday May 07 2012 |
| One of those lazy days today ...
... doing nothing for hours! And then diving into a photo file finding a treasure! I remember shooting this in mid April on a hill in central Reykjavik - Arnarhóll! The gull and raven were fighting, and the raven was finally forced to surrender and flew away ... some feathers clearly missing! 
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| Sunday May 06 2012 |
| A moon picture - full moon ... and a sprout
This one really cried out for a poem: 
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| I came home from work shortly before midnight ...
... the sky had this bright midnight blue color - totally clear, carrying a full moon! If this wasn't a chance to take my camera for a ride ... And it was soooooo worth it. I have only taken a peek into the file - so I guess there are a few good ones. Here a piece of art - a sculpture situated close to the old Reykjavik Cemetary - statue by Einar Jónsson - Útilegumađurinn - the Outlaw. 
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| Sunday April 29 2012 |
scared Why can‘t we allow ourselves to move with the tides of the ocean? Like the moon around the earth – the earth around the sun Why are we stuck in old patterns? What do we want – who am I – which is our purpose? The tides of knowledge keep hitting us from within – what do we desire? why resist making changes according to our inner wisdom? We know! By listening to our hearts by shutting our ears and hearing what‘s within Why oppose? We don’t need to be living our lives bound by roots of fear, concrete and conventions Let‘s get swept away with pure love of life while living Lets take a chance and make changes according to the tides Of life wrote Hugskot at 11 : 35 | comment {0} feel free to send this ... |
| Thursday April 26 2012 |
| In early mornings ...
... since poetry started coming to me again; I pick up the notepad by my bedside when I wake up. Keep my head on the pillow - pen in hand and the words start streaming. At first it all came through in English language and in few days I got forty pages of poetic advice on how to be a human being in a complicated everchanging world. I call the part already set up in my computer: being you - the book ... as a working title. I know these words are not only meant for me so I contacted Hay House publishing; wondering if they were interested. I haven't heard from them yet ;) - but I decided to show you two poems coming to me - it all came in consecutive order - first first - last last. The second poem: dare to live Everchanging alternatives all around us witnessed or not noticed pulling – pushing the stubborn man standing strong like an old oak tree - You were meant to be flexible ready to change and go with the flow of life Pull up your cemented roots push your stubborn mate Shake the tree of life it is flexible indeed and fruits might fall .... and the ten'th poem: your note Sing your sound your single note Missing In the orchestral universe You are holding it hiding it Why? Shy? No need to be! Your note might be small in comparison to the grand orchestra – the classy choir But it sounds great in harmony With nature‘s VOICE take care ... and enjoy your lives - dare to live! wrote Hugskot at 11 : 52 | comment {0} feel free to send this ... |
| Monday April 23 2012 |
| I flew again ...
... few nights ago ;) 
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| Thursday April 19 2012 |
| Yesterday in my mother's nursing home ...
I met two old guys, very nice guys who often sit by my mother at the table singing and chanting. They sing very often - knowing all the old poems and lyrics. Sometimes they talk criss cross as it happens while alzheimer's disease is devouring the brain. One of them looked up when I came in asking me: "are you an Indian?" "No" I said "do you think so? "If not; then you are turning into one" he replied quickly. I sat down by their table, taking part in their strange conversations, humming at times to the background music. My mother told a great joke; I love her jokes and the ability to keep the humour through the traumatic development of her condition. She is very disorientated and yesterday she didn't belive me when I told her she was living in her home; that indeed the nursing home was her home and she does not need to worry about being sent away from there. She often worries a lot ... but this time she looked at me and said: "I think I belong to and live in two places." And as I have often seen her wake up from dreams I do belive her, so I asked: "what is the other place?" She looked at me and said (bursting out in laughter) "I do not know". We were laughing out loud when one of the guys looked at me and said to me: "you are a star" and then he added: "you are two stars." So yesterday I was a star to one guy and an Indian to another one. My mother is a star too. I wonder what the people standing on the edge of two worlds see - might it be something we do not see with our two eyes? Did the guy, who told me I was becoming an Indian, see my spirit and my longing to fly free? Or did he just see my wild hair? What kind of star did the other one see? Who knows - I couldn't ask - they probably wouldn't remember the previous sentences ... wrote Hugskot at 14 : 50 | comment {0} feel free to send this ... |
| Tuesday April 17 2012 |
| Me
a free bird 
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| Monday April 16 2012 |
Me I would rather live as a free bird flying across waters – over land making the most of my wings admiring the world ... even being admired seconds before suddenly shot to death Rather than live my life in a cage admired by my ovner decaying and slowly withering away without ever being able to really spread my wings p.s. this poem is a bit different from most of the poetry floding from my pen these last early mornings. I will be posting a few, but the main stream will be on hold until I figure out what to make of it! I'm ready for more - anytime! Thanks to the Universe of Poetry! wrote Hugskot at 23 : 44 | comment {0} feel free to send this ... |
| Friday April 13 2012 |
| I feel like a huge receiver ...
... and transmitter. But still well grounded and feeling good in the everyday world. Healty sleep, poetic vibes these last nights give me a thrill, very vivid in the early mornings, when words flood from my pen. Amazing healing energy during treatments - where magic occurs. No need to worry though - I'm not crazy ... just using my senses, enjoying life! Take care and remember that the healing energy is within every creature. By listening to the messages the body sends you in form of stress, pain, emotional upheaval and other kinds of tension you can react - relax - draw your attention to your body signals and allow it to heal! Your body wants to be whole. Every cell knows how it should feel! How could "silly and ignorant" stem cells otherwise possibly be able to replace the old and wise ones? The stem cells are amazing, can replace any cell, keep and hold any information, whether the cell is of bone, muscle, blood, nerve, marrow etc. etc. If the "stupid and ignorant" stem cells can become so wise "overnight" and no science can explain how it's done ... why can't we trust the body to heal itself, given the chance? The body - combined of the physical body, emotions, mind and spirit - knows exactly how to heal itself! It possesses this amazing energy to do it - because it is all about allowing vital energy to run freely - getting rid of blockages! It's not always a simple process ... but it can be done! You may have to change in some aspects, reflect on your patterns of life, your use of painkillers and emotional plasters ... but it can be done! And it's so great! Stop popping pills whenever you feel pain - reflect on what's causing it! wrote Hugskot at 14 : 03 | comment {0} feel free to send this ... |
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