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A canvas for splashing my thoughts of the day onto. This could get abstract indeed. |
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I've been meaning to start a blog for some time, so here it is!
This is where I'll share thoughts and experiences in every colour of the rainbow   Hopefully it will lead to a picture that's interesting for you to look at too. Welcome! Have a look, read and add some drops of colourful thoughts of your own  |
| Notes Day 5 ▼ It's the final day of March! I'm not sure that I'm ready for it. The wind is still icy cold here, I can't quite sense the approach of April yet. Perhaps as the page of the calendar turns to a brand new month, so will the weather turn to the warmer side of spring. Ha! I'm not optimistic. Maybe when we approach May. May... be... Maybe May will be... good? I'll work on my word play skills. Honestly, I suspect that March and April are in cahoots about the weather more often than not. Now, there's a budding conspiracy theory! Not quite time to throw out any warm clothes yet, then. Although, a general clean-up feels right at this time of the year. Preparing the mind and soul for a fresh new season, that will eventually come. It will. It will! I have to admit, though, that I don't really mind the time we are in right now, it's just not particularly green and friendly yet. Nonetheless, after a long winter the longing for spring is real. Body and mind both ache for it. Perhaps I'll throw out some worn ice grippers, as a show of faith to the new season. It might appease the weather gods, you never know. A little superstition never hurt anyone. (Or has it? Might be worth investigating some other day...) Something I've brought out as March nears it's end, though, is a pair of sunglasses. The cold wind, in combination with the bright light of this transitional period, gives me a lot of headaches. Perhaps this is like the teenage of spring? An awkward transitional phase that gives everyone a lot of trouble in its struggle to find out what it's supposed to be now. Don't worry, then, I'm sure it just needs some time and positive encouragement. It just needs to know we believe in it (and that we have certain expectations regarding its behaviour). I'll throw out some worn out old mittens while I'm at it, and dig out my light beige trench coat. You never know? |
| Notes Day 4 ▼ Yesterday, I mentioned how the pandemic has affected my Easter two years in a row. In the middle of a crisis the size of Titanic, the issue of whether I get to celebrate Easter like usual, or not, might seem smaller than a flea's eye. However, it's a big deal for me. Let me tell you why. First of all, my family (mother, father, brothers,...) live further south in Norway than me. That means I only get to meet them in person when I go there during my holidays. I don't have an Easter to spare, family time is important. Spending time with my family is like the heart resurging with blood after a beat. It is simply necessary. Furthermore, traveling in a country like Norway makes a difference in climate. It's a country stretched from North to South further than a dog's ear in a child's hand. The weather can be quite bleak where I live. Not all the way North, where they have real winter. No, I live somewhere around the middle, where the weather stays grayer than a politician's morals most of the year. Add to these bleak-as-Poe circumstances that the sun is shy as a maiden for at least half of the year, only peeping out for a precious few hours each day in winter, well then you can probably understand that a journey to fairer surroundings can not wait. I need that sweet holiday sunshine as much as Will Smith thinks Chris Rock needs a smack. Fingers crossed, then, that this year will be better. I'm as excited as Putin before a war (NO, Andre!!) a child before xmas to celebrate with my family this year. After two very just-missed-the-bus years, I think it's high time for a surprise-tax-refund year, after all. It's what we all deserve. |
| Notes Day 3 ▼ In these final days of March, I've so far had rain, snow, a bit of hail, and icy cold wind. I think the Borrowing Days are living up to their reputation. I guess there must be something to that Scottish proverb. That's the thing about proverbs, they are a way of passing down experiences people have had in earlier times, so there is usually something to learn from them. They are not magical predictions, like they can sometimes seem in childhood. Rather they are life experiences put into a form that can easily be passed down through the ages. That's why they can seem a bit mysterious, it's usually easier to remember quirky rhymes than straightforwards explanations. So what could a modern proverb about these last days of March be? Step one would be to have useful information to pass on, some kind of life experience that might be useful for future generations to hear about. Step two would be to put it into a memorable form, and add some rhyme, mystery and perhaps a story to go with it. Well, the last couple of years have taught me that this is approximately the time when I find out whether the pandemic infection rates is bad enough to ruin my plans for Easter or not. Will this be relevant information for future generations? Hopefully the pandemic we're struggling with now will be less and less dangerous. However, now the flu is said to be getting worse, and who knows what else might crop up? I'm going to warn future generations, then, of what signs to look for around this time to know if they can celebrate Easter as planned or not. I guess a lot of sneezing would be a bad sign. Hmm.. lets see... Hark! Should March end with a cough and sniff and sneeze, Then Easter will not go the way you please. Of course Easter can be in the end of March, rather than April, but it still pretty much works. Waddayathink? |
| Notes Day 2 ▼ I haven't made any significant purchases lately, but I will have to soon. My mobile phone has started to act up, so it's only a matter of time before I need a new one. And with the amount of use mine gets, I would say it's definitely a significant buy. Good for the environment, good for the creativity. I'm at that awkward stage with my phone, where I have to really consider the risks carefully. There are so many pros and cons to weigh against each other. On one hand I've always really hated to change my phone before I've really "used it up". I don't like throwing something away just because it's getting a bit old and more difficult. On the other hand, it's such an essential tool in my life that I can't have it breaking down on me at an inconvenient moment. And that's not even getting started on the financial factors. It won't be a big change in my life style, though. The biggest change I've been working on is trying to learn some seeing. I would like to be one of those clever people who don't make their own clothes, either from scratch or from thrift shop finds. Good for the environment, good for the creativity. Oh, yeah, and I plan to buy a guitar. I always plan to buy a guitar. One day I'll learn to play it too. I would like for that to be my personal new normal some day. Guitar playing and good, self-made clothes (maybe I should have been born a hippie?). As for society's new normal, the world has gone through some scary changes in recent time. It's strange how, no matter how much I learn about world history, it's always a surprise when the big scary things actually happen in my own life time. Pandemic. War in Europe. Propaganda. It's just not supposed to happen "for real". On one hand it feels like we're discovering new normals, on the other hand it's like we're rediscovering history. Some things really are new, though, and it's up to our generation to figure it out (looking at you, Environment). It all gets too much and too gloomy to think about all the time, though. Maybe I should risk waiting to update my phone and just go for the guitar instead. We could all do with some cheering up these days. |
| Notes Day 1 ▼ I agree with Brother Nature  about Sundays: they used to be more peaceful and quiet. Still, I do think they have kept a special place in the week for me, and I think they're still my most relaxing day of the week. I have learned in time the importance of respecting the reprieve of Sundays, and the need for separating between activity and rest. Not doing so is the road to my old foe anxiety. There's no easy way to avoid him, but taking routines for rest seriously sure is a good start. Why do routines for work tend to seem more important? I work my best when I also rest my best. When I was a child, Sundays would either be spent at home relaxing with the family, or going for a walk together in nature. I remember fondly how we would pack a lunch and go for walks along the coastline. The smell of trees and sea, the feel of cool breeze on my face, and different textures under my shoes. There is a true relaxation in being in nature, with no other aim than to experience the environment and being together. I think those excursions have given me a source of inner peace that I can still tap into as an adult. All I need is to experience the sights and smells of familiar nature again. I'll always be grateful to my parents for that. Now, however, I'm the adult and I have to make my own Sunday plans. With great freedom comes, as we know, great responsibility. I do think that I manage to keep Sunday mostly as a day of relaxation. However, it sure is difficult to keep thoughts of work and the impending week at bay. What keeps me up at night? That pesky Monday morning can be blamed even for that.  |
Just signed up for a new 5-day challenge at "Invalid Item"  Getting ready for some monkey business!! (Oh, hey, Andre. Long time no see.)  |
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