The Northern Skald Poem
Now all we need is to start telling the truth and once again our earth is renewed
What little did I know? 10 years ago? So much to reflect upon. Who am I today? In comparison? 10 years of experiences worthy of celebration. Good and bad. Wingspan decreased and increased. Things taken for granted — being ripped apart — and new foundation being rebuilt, with much more stable structure.
We live to learn, wisdom is the key
Friends and family members I feel safe to lean against in troubled waters. People who rejoice as much for others' success as for their own. Who declare celebration mode for every step moving in the right direction. One for all and all for one.
Touch one, with one word, to tune in, one vibration. Making it a celebration
The reflection of my face in the mirror of the train. The last journey to my father's home.
On the journey to prepare his funeral. Struggling with coming to terms with the cruelty of his life and death. Far too short, he lived. Only 65 years. Asbest lungs killed him. COPD — Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. Short breathed. No life was left in his eyes months before he died. Lack of oxygen is a heavy burden and a slow way to end one's engagement on earth.
Things happen, as they are meant to be. Death rises above sorrow when rebirth is in need.
His legacy in words, as he is no longer present among us, is mine to tell. His grandchildren were deprived of a grand-fathers love, grand-fathers protection, a grand-father giving nature and a grand-fathers unique value add. What can be learned from that? Power of air supply?
We got to look up higher, to embrace new visions.
My father definitely left me a legacy of love for music. He used to sing to me; “in the sound of silence” and declare that dancing all night made him feel young at heart. He left this world to the tunes of the “bridge over troubled water” song solo by a member of the Nordic Tenors.
He was the kindest man I knew. A tender being. I wonder what he would have said to me had he lived today? How would he have felt about his daughter's introduction to a music carrier? At the age of 45. A late bloomer. Definitely.
Drink from your cup of love. Drink from your fun. Drink it all up, Come on, be it, my friend.
Life is so strange sometimes. Now I am one of the elderly on my father's side. Apparently THE Oldest of the third cousins. Such peculiar information pops up, when the grand families gather together, at funerals.
My father's aunt Åse was the last one of her siblings to great death welcome. She died the way she always wished to; “with her shoes on, and among friends, still living in her beloved home. A small child during the second world war, her parent's survivors of the First World War. History is important. Now we are a bunch of third cousins fit to explore life, with an age span in years from Oscar, 10 years to Rikke, 45.
One friend, from one moment, from past to present tense
My father's aunt Åse passed away on my birthday. She left a little book, from her mother. We are all very curious, about its content. Some kind of life wisdom words passed down from mother to daughter. It sounds intriguing
Without a man in my life, I still make shit happen. Its TBC in action, feminize resilience
My birthday started with breakfast prepared by my dear friend Melanie. In the little present, she gave me, my own clean book of treasure words.
