Guest post by Kristin: apples in my garden

Hi, I am Kristin at Krickelin and I am guest blogging here today.I usually write about pink flowers, messy thoughts,tangled braided hair and nude bathing in the ocean.But, let me put these things asideand welcome september and  the autumn.Let me tell you about the small apple tree outside my kitchen window.Bugs are eating on the applesso that my kids refuse to take them to school.But I use them.A lot.Apple pie with vanilla...

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Some thought about change....

When i took a little walk early this morning i noticed how much change the nature in my neighborhood had gone through just in the last several days. Autumn seems to have set in full speed here now and i can't use the words "late summer" anymore when i am describing the days because suddenly there is VERY AUTUMN here. All the late summer apples in my neighbors garden have fallen to the ground, yellow and orange leaves are dancing in the wind and not...

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Scandinavian poetry, part eight.

I am so facinated by all the insects and small animals there is to be found around us,this little one took a rest on my veranda floor some days back. He reminds me of a King wearing his long soft velvet cape! A while back i read the book The sound of a wild snail eating and in summer The book of bees, it is such a facinating thing to learn more about the worlds of these tiny creatures...A poemby the norwegian poet Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994)Green lightCreatures...

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Scandinavian poetry, part seven

Cobaltby Rolf JacobsenColors are words’ little sisters. They can’t become soldiers.I’ve loved them secretly for a long time.They have to stay home and hang up the sheer curtainsof our familiar kitchen, bedroom and den.I’m very close to young Crimson, and brown Siennabut even closer to thoughtful Cobalt with her distant eyes and     untrampled spirit.We walk in dew.The night sky and the southern oceansare her possessionsand a tear-shaped...

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Golden days and sensing a little bit of autumn in the air...

   When i had my friend visiting, Norway showed itself from it's most charming side:endless sun and warmth. The summer weather here this year has been quite a sad thing, lots and lots of rain so it was very lovely with some sunny and warm days.I am sensing a little bit of autumn in the air already but i am saying to myself that it is just an imagination for i am not quite ready for autumn yet....what about y...

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"Skin remembers how long the years growwhen skin is not touched, a gray tunnelof singleness, feather lost from the tailof a bird, swirling onto a step,swept away by someone who never sawit was a feather. Skin ate, walked,slept by itself, knew how to raise a see-you-later hand. But skin feltit was never seen, never known asa land on the map, nose like a city,hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosqueand the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.Skin...

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These days....

Rain, rain and endless rain....means minimal time spent in the garden and much time on the veranda and inside the house....then one needs a new houseplant (or two)....*smiling*........this time a Streptocarpus.I hope your summerdays are not as wet and rainy as mine!...

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Scandinavian poetry, part six

photo by saaraThe Silence Afterwardsby Rolf Jacobsen.translated by Robert Bly.    Try to be done nowwith deliberately provocative actions and sales statistics,brunches and gas ovens,be done with fashion shows and horoscopes,military parades, architectural contests, and the rows of triple traffic lights.Come through all that and be throughwith getting ready for parties and eight possibilitiesof...

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Scandinavian poetry, part five

-photo by saaraA beautiful poemby the norwegian author and painter Stein Mehren (born 1935)I hold your head  I hold your head in my hands, as you hold my heart in your affection as everything holds and is held by something other than itself As the sea lifts a stone to its strands, as the tree holds the ripe fruit of autumn, as the world is lifted through worlds and space So are we both held by something and lifted to where mystery holds mystery...

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Conversation with Patrice A.

atelierIt's time for a new conversation post in here, i LOVE these posts! I always find myself uplifted and inspired by getting a little peek into the lifes of these wonderful creative souls who so kindly answers my questions and takes photos so when can see some glimps from their world...*smiling*....This time it is the sweet Patrice A. who we are getting to know a little bit better, enjoy! V: Can you first tell us a little bit about yourself?...

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Scandinavian poetry, part four

-photo by saara Some of my favourite poems by the Norwegian poet Rolf Jacobsen (1907-1994) Just delicate needlesIt’s so delicate, the light.And there’s so little of it. The darkis huge.Just delicate needles, the light,in an endless night.And it has such a long way to gothrough such desolate space.So let’s be gentle with it.Cherish it.So it will come again in the morning.We hope.*****   Look The moon thumbs through the book of...

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Scadinavian poetry, part three

Scandinavian poetry is sadly not often translated into english but luckely one of my favourites are:the swedish poet Tomas Tranströmer. Tranströmer is considered to be one of the most influential Scandinavian poets of recent decades and was awareded with the 2011 Nobel Prize in Literature.Some days back i came across this film by the British director Martin Earle illustrating excerpts of Tranströmer's poem "Schubertiana", enjoy....

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guest post by cloud gatherer hold me down

  beneath this cloudless sky there is nowhere to hide. the epitome of naked. motives are questioned. their magnitude in relation to hearts. i trace the constellations in and beyond my own flight path and wear the contradictions like a second skin. i can teach you to read these maps; to listen to the gentle thundering beneath your bones and the way the hallowed ground sings and screams that love is the opposite of gravity. and i'll dance...

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Please call me by my true nameby  Thich Nhat HanhDon't say that I will depart tomorrow --even today I am still arriving.Look deeply: every second I am arrivingto be a bud on a Spring branch,to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,learning to sing in my new nest,to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry,to fear and to hope.The rhythm of my heart is...

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a conversation with sofia/être soi

V: Tell us a bit about yourself Sofia.S: Hello everyone my name's Sofia, I'm on my mid-thirties, I'm portuguese and I live since 16 years now in France just outside Paris. I live with my husband who is french. I have one sister, older than me. My mom died when I was still a child and this loss has been with me ever since, in whatever I do. I'm from the south of Portugal but I have always longed to live somewhere up north, especially the north of...

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A conversation with Joanne/Rhubarb in the garden

Time for a new conversation post in here my dear readers.This time it is the lovely Joanne who has taken the time to share with us,enjoy!V: Tell us a bit about yourself and your life.J: I come from a large and close family, that is growing larger every year! I am the eldest of eight children, and that is fine, but sometimes it comes with drama and crisis and high expectations that I almost always fail to live up to – I have two grown children, that...

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A conversation with Olga/My white room

I LOVE making my conversation posts and i am SO happy and grateful that these inspiring women takes the time to answer my questions! It is such a wonderful thing to get to know them better. This time it is Olga Inoue who has been so kind to share a little bit about herself, her life and work with us.ENJOY and be inspired! I TRULY AM...smile...Can you tell a little bit about yourself?- I am a montessori teacher. I was studying psychology but now...

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