Some news and an apology

Dearest Friends!

First I want to say to those of you who have blogs of your own: I am so sorry that I have not been to visit your blogs lately! It is all related to the news, which is: I am moving! I have been living more or less like a nomad lately, but have now decided to settle down in one place for a while. Much of this is due to the pandemic, and because of the pandemic moving is also more challenging than normal. I am not making the final move until a month from now, but there is lots to do and prepare before that and that is why I have not been so active here on my own blog and on your beautiful blogs as well. I hope this will change soon, though! I am moving to a house by the sea on an island, closer to my family and friends, but still with a chance of being on my own to write and paint. I will tell you more about it later.

Have a lovely lovely week everyone!

And thank you for being here even though I have not been able to make return visits! That means a lot to me!

Lots of love from me to you!

Call to the Coast

August has been a restless month. A month of slow rivers, islanders and orchids. There has been travelling bookshops and art drawn in beach sand, Caramel Lattes and concert dresses.

August has always been, for me, a month of change. In Norway it is the last month of summer, a month of goodbyes and hellos, when new beginnings are lightly stepped into wearing new shoes perfect for walking in the rain.

Dreams, behind closed eyes and with eyes wide open, have been many. Angels and lovers, art shows and poetry and a quiet call to the darkening coast spilling summer colors all over the shoreline.

I have felt the wings of change gently brushing against my shimmering cheeks and know that something is coming. I think it is something good. The romantic endeavors of autumn leaves may bring us something we are unprepared for: Colors. And not the crayon kind. The kind that set the world awhirl with otherness.

All in all August has not let me rest despite its slow pace. So I have gathered a bunch of seashells and made art to pass the time until… Until the waves wash in and claim their beauty back to the sea. So buckle up people and keep a weather eye on that horizon of yours.

July was a feather curling in the air

July has been a month of longing in slow dawns, watching flowers blossom and leaves falling to earth. Of thunderstorms and hot days, glasses of peachy white wine and dragonflies turning their heads to look at me.

It has been a month of herons staring out to sea and tractor tracks being filled with rain. Of blue moons rising in crystal air and golden wings painted in lime green sketchbooks. Of caramel lattes in lilac sunrises and fields flooded with water curling silver in the summer winds.

It has been a month of bird song and fairy music from faraway isles steeped in Norse lore, transformative meetings and the feeling of being seen by messengers from realms unspoken.

All in all it has been a time of awakening, rediscovering and transformation. A shift from one energetic vibe to another. Of a sort of detachment and lowering anchor in new depths. What it brings only time will show.

Happy Summerset to you all! (in which I mean the beginning of the setting of the summer months)