Mist

When I come in here nowadays, I find it strange. Was all this real? It was what my life circled around for 10-12 years. Something like that. Now it seems like a dream, a bad dream, far away, covered in mist. It´s hard to understand it was real. The urges, the longing, the duality. I never understood it.

Most of the time it was nothing but pain and suffering. I have to admit though that there was some good friends to light it up. Well, if they was friends, or if I was? Makes no difference, it is all gone now. Don´t think there will be much more to analyse. That world, that bad dream, is fading away like in the movies. Life comes back.

What I learned, if I learned, went away faster then it came. Left me empty. In the mist.

Maybe it is time to close this site?
Kids, kayaking, butterflies…………….that´s life!

Mist

Nothing, a little or to much. What a difference it makes.

-When there is no mist, then vision is clear.
-When there is too much mist, then there is no sight whatsoever. Like being blind.
-The magic comes when there is a little mist drifting among the trees and over water. Beautiful, mysterious nature. Where dreams is woven, where sacred things takes place, when the border between real and unreal is wiped out. When nature becomes silent.


I remember that day in Hawaii when the clouds lifted and formed a window where I, for a brief moment, could see “Shangri La”.

Bought myself that digital camera. Was lucky to have a day with mist. Enjoy!