Fireplace, the Hobbit, gingercookies and hot milk

Winter time, candle time.
My reading room is my safe haven at winter time.
With candles and an open fireplace giving the room it´s warm atmosphere.

I love my reading room.

It´s not really finished yet, but almost.
It took about one and a half year before it was done.

The whole project just froze in the very begining, as my heart froze.
Now, time does not heal all wounds, not at all.
Time just passes so that acceptance of the loss or the damage you recived can sink into your mind and soul and give room for acceptance.
And as acceptance becomes part of your reality, life is easier to embrace, again.

So, i just finished my reading room, embracing life, once more.

I am reading "the Hobbit" again.
Not because I am a fanatic Tolkienist, almost the other way around, due to the fact that I have worked with games and fantasy for about 24 years and I just can´t stand all the fanatic nerds and Tolkien society people that I have meet over the years. They all tend to drag things of beauty into the dirt.

Still, I love the introduction of "the Hobbit".
As the dwarfs show up, in waves, filling Bilbos so pitouresque home and testing he´s patient and hospitality to the limit, I always find myself smilling. I love that part.
It´s ingenious in all it´s small details and semingly pointless series of events.
I will probably just read that part, then leave the book for something else.
I have done that many times already.

Now it is time for hotmilk and gingercookies.
I love my reading room.
I admit it, I wish it was part of a hobbit home as well.

Winter and "the Wind in the Willows”

So it´s winter again.
Even though winters do not look the same as they used to do.
They don’t even feel the same.With less snow, less cold and bitter winter storms.
Still the days are short, the nights filled with stars and the evenings are made for good books, hot tea and cuddling up in the reading room.

I am enjoying rereading “the Wind in the Willows”.
How many times have I read it by now?
Why can I read it time and time again?
I do not honestly know.

Maybe it just captures all the romantic flavors of a world that really cannot exist.
A world where real troubles are far away and where the most complicated trouble is to keep Toad from driving a car, any car.

I am in love with this universe of talking furry animals, endless picnics and small boats rowing at the riverside towards the next perfect spot for a cup of tea in a make belive brittish dreamlanscape.

Now I am going for my next cup, of great tea.

Authum and Tea, again

Authum, once again.

Funny how I dont write anything during the summer.
Was it love, or lack of love, or just the summer itself that held back my writings.

Bulgakow and breath taking sunsets

These are the days of hot evenings and spectacular sunsets.

As I was having a cup of good tea, re-reading "The Master and Margarita" last evening
(one of the few books really worth to re-read time and time again) , I saw the sky lit up. The clouds were burning by the sea and the top of the trees were glowing.
I felt like if I just woke up from a dream.

I hurled myslef down to get a glimps and to get a picture of what I could capture of the magic.
When I came to the old pier I could also see how the sea was burning as well.

I am not a good photographer, and I was not able to capture the colours or the intensity.

Still one can sense the magic and the atmosphere from this photo.

Bird Island

I am living in a dream world.


Not far from my old house there is a little bird lake, with small islands where the birds nest.
Every year there are hundreds and hundreds of geese ducklings hatched here and the lakes are soon to be full of small swimming birds.
I just love to see these small descendants of the dinosaurs as they swim and make their childish noises.

When life is young, in it’s spring, is the most beautiful stage of life.
It makes us humble to look at.

Robert A. Heinlein
"If the universe has any purpose more important then topping a woman you love and making a baby with her, hearty help, I have never heard of it."

Fox Rain Clouds

They say in Japan that when rain falls as the sun shines, there will be a marriage. A marriage between foxes. Therefore it is called "Fox Rain".


Due to the nature of the fox, being a shape shifter, able to transform in between it´s fox harbour into human form, a fox marriage is considered a very magical and mysterious one.
It is not to be seen by humans.


If ever you would stumble across the foxes marching gently to the marriage, be sure to run, or you migth end up in their realm forever.. or even worse.


Today it was a true fox rain.
These are some of the pictures I took as the rain ended.

Fox rain clouds are mesmerizing.
Truly the work of magic.

Rejection and Progress

" In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected
thoughts;
they come back to us with a
certain alienated majesty. "
/ Ralph
Waldo Emerson

Life is about being rejected.
Time and time again.

It´s about rejected by parents, school, talent agents, friends and foes, bartenders, doorkeepers, buss drivers and hotel clerks, publishing houses, girl or boyfriends, potential girl or boyfriends, company leaders, politicians, city councils, school boards.. well all kinds of boards and authority's.

Just remember that the rejection does not define you, your talent or your life, your future or your hopes. Never accept rejection to be the "truth".
Just go on. Leap again and again.
Leap and the net will appear.
If it did not.. you just did not leap from a point high enough and towards a goal impossible enough.

"You have to know how to accept rejection and reject
acceptance. "
/ Ray Bradbury, advice to writers

Rejection is what makes us grow.
It makes us find new ways and look upon life through new angles.
It gives us opportunities to find new paths that would never appear otherwise.
Look upon it as a gift.
Enjoy every single rejection.
Enjoy it even in times of pain.
Never let it define you.

Always remember:
Love is law.
You are a living descendant of God.

"Every great advance
in natural knowledge has involved the absolute rejection of authority."
/ Thomas H. Huxley (1825 - 1895)