Tag: meditation
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a whisper in the white
NB: The post is written more than a week ago. After days without color – blue sky is again opening its gentle smile. Clouds dancing, evaporating and appearing; unveiling the silhouettes of the mountains. Like a whisper in the white. It doesn’t really have a name, this time of year. It is neither spring nor…
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oh, my dying body
Oh, my dying body. You have served me with so much beauty – The joy of the dance… the aliveness and let-go of the adventures in the forests and the rivers… The creative play… You carried my beautiful friends in your belly, the children that was born into life through me. You carried me from…
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the inner unfolding
I am landing back home after the stay in the rehabilitation centre.The valley is white and quiet. Silence embraces me, nourishes me and helps me giving space for the inner unfolding that is happening. I have rested deeply, and slept a lot. Some of the medicines are also making me tired ☺️ Layers of self-doubt…
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my only prayer
«Do you know why?», a fellow patient in the rehabilitation place asks me. She is talking about the cancer in my body. She is a beautiful, intuitive woman. An alternative doctor I met some time ago, commented on that the imbalance in my body, started 8 years ago with a benign tumor in my breast,…
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the beauty under the eyelids
Maybe a blog post will come today, I suddenly thought. I am sitting here by my window in a rehabilitation center close to the hospital. Last week I started daily radiation treatments of the brain. From yesterday, radiation of the tailbone and hip was included into the schedule. The view from my window is beautiful…
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on a crispy winter day
The winter day is crispy outside my window. A little bird is dancing in the air between the feeding spots, and the sunlight floods the naked trees in nuances of orange and peach. The sound of one of the cats eating. Except that, silence is all I hear this morning. «Life goes on without me».There…
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a sharing about decay, or about who we are
Driving to the hospital in Gjøvik is cozy. Trees still bursting in color and beauty along the road. Celebrating the season, the changes – life, death, aging, let-go… The autumn is getting darker. Rainy days. Low clouds. Longer nights. Shorter days. For me too; Many times I stay in bed for 14-15 hours a…
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death has been so close
Life becomes so real in the meeting with Death. Everything unimportant becomes so… unimportant. It falls by itself, and only Love is left.