All posts tagged: joy

Blissing out on figs

I know Instagram is flooded with pictures and recipes for “bliss balls”, but I just loooooovelovelove the word and have to admit that I have gotten pretty hooked on these truly blissfull, healthy, yummy and just wonderful little circular bullets of pure joy. Bliss balls , simply! So, here is a recipe so easy it is impossible to fail, so quick there is no way you can run to the store and get a Snickers even if the store is 10 meters away in the amount of time it takes to make these, so yummy you might consider to quit chocolate (I said “might” OK 😉 ) and so healthy you will be doing yourself nothing but good. Ready? Ingredients; 200 gr dried figs 2 tbspns coconut oil 1 dl rolled oats 2 tbspns honey Nuts Mix it all together using whatever mixer you have in house. I used a hand held mixer/blender and found it worked better if I chopped the figs in smaller pieces before starting to mix. Roll in to the shape …

For H….. – and for M

You arrived with a bunch of our “season-friends”, smile from cheek to cheek as if you had swallowed the sun. My heart fluttered, euphoria “He is here”, “he really came” A wonderful summer could not come to a better end. More than a hundred very special people, connected in ways most outsiders never would understand gathered in the evening sun this day in August. Short speech, the bar open, the band playing, the buffet inviting everyone to celebrate. The air was alive, the hearts were filled to the brim, the beer was cold. “Will you come with me?” “Yes”, I whispered. Your hands were warm. “Tonight I have to host this party but tomorrow I am all yours. We have the rest of our lives ahead of us”. My words held a promise. Two souls, young, fearless and bright amidst this crowd of connected spirits, snowflakes being our glue. It is night. I lie here curled up against his body. My face drowning in his naked chest, my whole being shivering, quaking. I try to …

Thank you

This past Friday it was time for our monthly Writer´s Circle get together again, and the theme for the first 10 min speedwriting exercise was “Thank you”. Thank you morning, for waking me up with cold feet and warm, fuzzy blankets of breathing huskies curled up against my back. Thank you table, for supporting me while I scribble, sharing this space with my fellow writers. Thank you, for our “Fellowship Of The Ring”, the “Fellowship Of The Ever Moving Creative Pen”. Thank you creaking door, for awakening the curiosity, the wonder, the inspiration of “who could that be”, for every whiff of fresh winter air sweeping in to tickle my nostrils. Thank you golden threads of magic being woven into my life constantly changing direction, serving up challenges and new situations. Thank you new ways, old ways, good ways, bad ways, corny ways, fun ways, crappy ways. Basically just thank you for all the options. Thank you for this day, this very morning, this moment. Thank you for this place, this space with all its …

Connection

Why is it that some people connect straight to your heart, while others remain outside or at least in the periphery of your life? Why is it that when you feel welcome, taken in, truly invited, you feel a sense of instant belonging? How is it that you can spend years with some people and just stay acquaintances, while spending hours, days or a few weeks with others you feel like the greatest of friends in an instant? Is it because we have learned to count time instead of connection? Is it because we keep our heads down and our hearts closed? Is that why we get so surprised when one hugely open heart and pair of arms welcome you in and we find not just one new friend but a whole new family of friends? Because we did not think that possible any more? Then surprise swells over in joy, joy in inspiration, inspiration in warmth – and somewhere lingering in there also the seed of how hard it will be to leave this …

That

Here I sit, naked in my body Though I am wearing clothes I am totally bare My flesh is bleeding, my joints are aching tears are burning behind closed eyelids But I am not this I am not this body, not this mind I am not these emotions, this anger, this frustration locked up in a cage I am not the tiger, the lion or the bird The curves bending on my road do not define me I am not alone, not lonely This bitterness and anger stuck in my throat is part of this body, of this mind maybe even of the experience of this soul But I am not this I am all pervading love, all pervading innocence I am the candle, the flame, the flickering I am the sky, the seas, the seeds Not as they are seen, how they are felt I am not this pain in my back, I am not the hungry stomach screaming for food while the heart is screaming for care, for forgiveness, for excuses and reasons …

Don’t hold back!

OK, I have been missing Oprah since the Oprah show stopped running. Yes, I admit – I was seriously addicted to my daily dose of watching Ms Winfrey sharing herself with the world. If I could not watch every episode, which I rarely could, I taped them and watched when I had the time. Some of those episodes that inspired me deeply I have still saved on my UPC box and they will stay there till it crashes. The other day while zapping I came across “Oprah behind the Scenes” and had no time for TV watching right there and then so I taped it. The whole series of course… Just now I had a quick snack, some berries and nuts and a cup of green tea, and threw myself on the couch to enjoy my tea before commencing with work and got to watch the last 20 minutes of the “Oprah behind the Scenes” that covered her last show. The love, the joy, the “I-don’t-have-words-to-describe-it” that emanates from her team, the people whose lives …