I got a lot of firewood from my lovely neighbours today, so now I have this huge pile in my garage & a nice & toasty house. I take my hat off to him, that has worked a lifetime doing that…chopping down trees, tending to the woodland. Hard work...& think, he’s way over 80 & still does it with a smile. Then there’s her, gosh, her kindness radiates. I can’t even explain it, but she somehow teaches me gratitude on a whole different level - & grace. She reminds me that there’s a lot to be thankful for, it’s just a matter of perspective… Guess what I’m most thankful for at the moment is that this hollow space in my heart’s slowly being filled again…through kindness & the simple thing of being seen, & opening my own eyes to the little things in life - that actually is life itself. ~Linn. Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld.
Ever since I saw the mutilated body of 11 year old Ebba Åkerlund in April , I've been angry. Angry at apologetic people & looneys with love signs & pussyhats. This isn't the 70s folks. Unless you make a poisonous concoction & feed it to the people killing our kids, there's no f**king flower power, ok? Source This Manchester attack made me go from angry to furious. I don't even know where to begin... This whole thing is unpalatable. Reading about how the shrapnel from the bomb had destroyed arteries, bones & nerves in the victims, leaving gaping holes... Do I agree with what the nurse said at the end of this article , that we should focus on the good that happened that night, absolutely. But ignoring who did it & why, no, absolutely not. Not this time around. As Norwegians we met our own extremist with a sea of flowers & candlelight. I just got numb back then, all those young lives lost...it was just unfathomable. But now I'm just plain
N othing's like the familiar smell of bonfire that's seeped into every fiber of your clothes...& when you free your hair from the jail warming your head...the scent just burst out like you're in the midst of the burning times. ...but this time it's a calm soothing feeling that grows inside. If I could bottle three scents it would be rotting autumn leaves, honeysuckle & bonfire. That's the definition of life, love & pure bliss to me. Midwinter open fire bbq's are little slices of warm summer pie...& I can't be more sorry that I haven't been able to enjoy it more this season. But couldn't risk getting sick again. Just hope that if you get the chance to get out like that...you take it. Make a huge thermos of bouillon, hot chocolate, tea or whatever tickles your fancy & go out & play with the elements. ;) I miss hunting down unique clothes in various places. Can tell I'm starved in that department too... But it's r