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Everywhere I’ve been this past week, I’ve seen snow. Beautiful white snow. It is the kind that adults talk about and children dream about. Pure white snow.
Inbetween the beautiful and the pure, there are spots of tainted snow. It is the kind that adults accept with time, but which children can never dream about.
The best [...]
Mormor. If I could just turn back time, I would come and sit at your table. I would share a Swedish fika with you and I would listen to your heart. It was so beautiful. Mormor, my very own dearest grandmother. You loved your maker more than anyone I have ever met. Your heart was [...]
Breathe.
Little child, who stands by the edge of reason, remember to breathe.
You were not brought here to be alone.
Do not be afraid.
You will not lose foothold against the strong winds.
Just breathe.
Hear your heart.
It tells you the truth which anguish cannot push aside.
Follow your heart.
It will guide you through the soul of darkness.
Heed your heart.
It will [...]
Although I decided a long time ago that I would stop celebrating our baby critters’ monthly birthdays after their first year, it’s seems next to impossible to forgo a well defined habit. The first of every month will always make me think of the day last September when Arwen - finally! - had beautiful little [...]
It’s my mother’s birthday today. She would have been 57 years old.
It’s the day before taking the flight to Africa, but it’s still a special day. Her day.
Like any daughter, I would have given a lot just to be able to share a cup of coffee again and talk about the little things; sharing a [...]
My sister and father came back yesterday from an overwhelming twelve day journey to Poland.
For the past year, my sister has been working on a book project about a fascinating Norwegian person who had an impact on many. One of the threads landed her in the world of the SS Einsatzgruppen (paramilitary groups formed in [...]
Despite it being the least developed country in the world, I always miss Niger when I’m away.
It doesn’t matter how well functioning my native Sweden is on the outside - I miss the simplicity of the bush, the blueness of the sky, the joy of a stranger’s laughter as we meet for the first time.
I [...]
Since arriving in Sweden, I’ve had a hard time adjusting to the food culture that the food industry has been pushing for a long period of time now. I never used to think so much about what I bought before, but after reading a Swedish book entitled “Äkta Vara” by food journalist Mats-Eric Nilsson (which [...]
Yesterday, my sister Miriam Garvi wrote a post at the Vision Pioneers Blog that really touched me.
Nature (and the senseless abuse of limited resources) has been on my mind lately and the way our modern society exploits everything for a short-term benefit without any regards for the coming generation has touched a deeper cord in [...]
I am leaving Niger today to go to Sweden for a period of three months. It is still pretty surreal.
As much as I would love to stay however, time has come to charge the batteries and to deal with all those things that can not be done from here. It will also be a precious [...]
Trail riding in the Zinder bush is one of those awesome experiences that has Life Quality written all over it in capital letters. Surrounded by the most peaceful nature and with endless routes to discover, the only thing reminding us that time actually doesn’t stand still (even if it feels so!) is the eventual setting [...]
While on our way to work in the morning, we met a man who had spent the night visiting our friend Haruna on Eden Street. He was loading his cart and preparing for his journey back home.
He spotted Sheba (our Rhodesian Ridgeback from Sweden) and smiled, impressed and uncertain at the same time. He looked [...]
1975. My mother in the north of Norway, twenty-two years old and recently married to the love of her life. Six years and two children later, they would have me. An additional six years and two countries later, their small family would move to a landlocked country in the heart of the Sahara desert with [...]
If I could turn back time
I would relive all those moments again
The good and the bad
The wonderful and the painful
The laughter and the tears
If I could turn back time
I would hold my breath and be still
I would take in every sight
Every smell, every look, every word spoken
I would not want to forget
Not the good nor [...]
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