Reflections on love

"The unexamined life is not worth living!"
/ Socrates, in Plato, Dialogues, Apology

Love has a value that is impossible to measure or see with the eye or intellect.
It´s value is only known within the person or animal, spirit or plant, that is part of love.
To know the value of your love, think of it as lost.
Imagine it as lost from you, forever.
Then, as tears comes to your eyes,
You will know your loves true value.
You will know.

Ghostseeds

Its ironic, or typical, that mankind, people, always tries to change the world around them, people around them.

Very very few honestly thinks about to change them self.
Even lesser goes through that process.
So few of us humans have realized that it is within our own reach to create our own universe and personality.

The ghost within,
.. is within reach.

Create yourself.

Tree and Pole

Sometimes I just have to stop the car,

and get out, just to be able to stand there and admire.

How beautiful the nature can be, and how much beauty there is in the interaction as the humans build and form the landscapes.
We build dams and water reservoirs that becomes gigantic natural mirrors, raise poles for the telecommunication and electricity to travel through, creates farmlands and we construct roads that curves through the landscapes.


It all becomes a symphony of eye candy that brings the soul into harmony.


Even junk, a fallen electric pole, piles of trashed houses and cars and pieces from unknown man made objects becomes beautiful landscape art as time passes by.

And in the far away, a 1000 year old church.

It´s a godlike poetry of forms, the light and sound, as the sun peaks through the clouds and the wind sweeps through the fields.




I love it.


I am totally addicted to it.



I am in love with the greatness and the beauty of the landscape that is shaped this way.

Deers and wall plaster

It´s winter again.
For a day or two.

I am walking a lot these days.
Taking photos, thinking and just embraceing these flickering moments.

Soon I will be done with the walls in the hallway.
I really long for the plaster and paint jobb to be done so I can start creating the new enviroment that I have sketched for this section of the old house.

Yukimi-gata

This evening as I came home long after sundown, I made a snow latern from the new fallen snow.

It´s still lit outside my doorways, to guide and bring a smile to wandering neigbours and friends passing my house.

I wounder what is more strange or scary, the summer sunsets of the past days, or the reapearing of the winter?
Global warming or just strange days indeed?

Hello and Goodbye

Sunsets.

Why do I never grow borred of sunsets?

Maybe it is becuase they remind us, me, of life itself.
It is as if the sun, in it´s last minutes before decending beyond the horizon, gives out burts of magic and ligth the same way a human marked by death sometimes do.

Knowing that this is the last moment of life, often makes us enjoy it so much more.
Suddenly the things that we once found important loses its importance, and everything from the small details to the big picture twists and turns, and we start loving the things that are of real importance.

Maybe that is why I still get a tear in my eye at every sunset I find myself looking into.

I am a romantic fool.

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"The story Of life is quicker
Than the wink of an eye
The story of love
Is hello and goodbye
Until we meet again"

/ James Marshall Hendrix

( he´s last poem and writen words acording to the legend, just hours before death )

Late winter sunset

These are strange days.
It should be ice and winter at this time of the year. Instead the evenings here at the castle are like later summer nigths.
This evening was totaly magic.
Deep blue skies and waters bid farwell of the day as the sun set and the moon rose in the east.

Wolfs journey and the seeds of Ghostplants

For reasons that are bound to the open web of destinys many pathways and crossroads, I have started a journey, a life odyssey, towards goals to me unknown.

It all started as I moved from the city core, to a far away little village.

This I did to live a life with the one I loved.
As faith took us on a ride, She did not have love in her heart, not at all.
There lived only betrayal of what once was our love, my love and my good will.

So now I live in the village, Or to be more specific, even outside that villlage, where the concrete road turns to a small curvy mud road, nearby the castle and the deers.
Out here, far away from the city I loved, far from the one and the ones I love, I live the life I always wanted to live.

Strange enough.

Life is everchanging.

Don´t look back.

Spirit travel and the old hen house

I love to travel while not moving.

My mind stretches out, becomes an entity of its own, finds it´s own path.
It´s the journey of the shaman.

I truly do not know how I do it.
Why I can reach out and travel this way I do not understand either.
Still..I love the sensation, the rush,when I reach out and my spirit starts to wander off.

I seldom reach that stage, but it happens every now and then.
Last time it was not in a state of meditation but in a state where my body and mind where worn out of exhaustion and grief.

It was so intense that my mind and body got separated.
I stod in the rain, outside my house, after hours of work, carrying heavy wooden logs.
I was about go down on my knees due to exhaustion.
Then suddenly my chest opened up in a flash of white light, and my spirit ran towards the skies.
It was like a pillar of clear blue white light that stood out of my body in a straight line towards the heavens.

I could see myself, standing on my knees with my arms spread out, as if embracing the universe itself.

And I heard a voice speaking.
Once again I received one more piece of the great pussle.

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Soon I will start rebuilding the old hen house.
It will become my mediation chamber, my house of spirit travel.

Hen house of traveling spirits.

A day at the castle

"Leap and the net will apear."

These words are sacred.
Cause they are all true.

Leap and the net will apear.

It will.