Catfight :))

Lilla snigel...

Nostalgitripp :)

I´m black and I´m proud :)


My man :D


Den bästa av dem alla...


Ljuva 80-talet :)

ÄNTLIGEN!

JOY
HAPPINESS
CELEBRATION
LOVE
FREEDOM
YES YES YES

En favorit i repris :)

Morning Glory i Frognerparken...

"Honey Honey"

Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I'd heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Oh, you make me dizzy

Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey
The way that you kiss goodnight
(The way that you kiss me goodnight)
The way that you hold me tight
(The way that you're holding me tight)
I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing

I don't wanna hurt you, baby, I don't wanna see you cry
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
But I'm gonna stick to you, boy, you'll never get rid of me
There's no other place in this world where I rather would be

Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey
You look like a movie star
(You look like a movie star)
But I know just who you are
(I know just who you are)
And, honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast

So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high
There's no other place in this world where I rather would be

Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey
Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey
I heard about you before
I wanted to know some more
And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine

En annan tid, en annan plats...

Idag har jag vart ute på Bygdö å besökt Norsk Folkemuseeum. Det var verkligen en resa tillbaka i tiden, ja ända tillbaks till 1200-talet.
Den här fantastiskt vackra stavkyrkan väckte många känslor i mig, det kändes nästan som om jag "kommit hem" när jag klev in i den.
Jag kände en sån stor vördnad och respekt när jag steg in i kyrkan...
Om jag någongång i framtiden ska gifta mig, så ska det vara vid altaret i denna kyrkan å det ska va ett hejdundrande vikingabröllop :)










stavkyrka

Låt din kärlek blomma :)

Vallmo
NU är tid att älska.
Jag öppnar upp mitt hjärta för kärleken.
Jag bjuder in kärleken i mitt liv igen

Maskros
Låt din kärlek slå ut i blom.
Jag öppnar upp mitt hjärta, jag ger och tar emot kärlek.
Jag låter hela världen se och uppleva min kärlek.
Smyg inte med kärleken, öppna upp ditt hjärta och släpp in kärleken.
Uttryck din kärlek. Tillåt dig att älska fullt ut - förbehållslöst.
Älska dig själv och allt vad du gör.
Älska andra och allt vad de gör.
Låt din kärlek synas och märkas.
Låt den skapa genklang i värden.

"texterna är hämtade ur Solögas bok-växternas språk"

17 Maj

Igår va det 17 Maj å den tillbringade jag för första gången i Oslo :)
Hur ska man då kunna beskriva denna enorma folkfest med ord, 17 Maj behöver man nästan uppleva för att kunna förstå :)
Det va en salig blandning av människor i alla dess former å färger, fantastiska kläder, hela stan va som en enda stor puttrande gryta...



Så jag beskriver gårdagen med ett enda ord: MAGISKT! :)
Tack för att jag fick vara med.

"The Invitation

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon...
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

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