After rain, sunshine

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It was really rainy when i walked outside the door yesterday to run. Like shower. But since i really needed fresh air ( a pain in the knee kept me from running this week). In the middle of the wood, i met hundreds of students, drinking beers and singing songs. They were not afraid of the rain either.
In timing with me coming back home, the sun reappeared

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Breakfast

Sorry for the bad updates, work is taking much if the hours of the days during the week and the free time is used to move my ass, to sew (new project on the way, I’ll write about it) and to have some internetfree hours. Of course, the time spent in front if “the killing” doesn’t count. The season two is getting scary and i really need M to watch it with.
So long, a picture from my breakfast:
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Happiness

And mindfulness.

This is what i feel on monday evenings between 20 and 21, when I’m on a horses back. I have no space to think of something or someone else. It’s the horse and me through the dancing on 4 legs.

More people should try to spend time with an animal and try to achieve something without the voice giving orders. Use your body and feel the animals language is a subtil way to communicate. Animals are not trivial to understand and in a lots of way better for the soul than many stressed human beings.

Wind

Oh I am sorry, I’ve had no inspiration the past days. Or if I tell the truth: we had some inspiring visits at home and we have been busy and social.

Yesterday, I took up the horse riding again and it felt very good. I just hope being able to make it every week, with a calender at work without travel on mondays. I wish.

For the rest, the fall is coming. Somehow, I am longing to it. The colors, the sun and some rainy days to make what is to make inside. This is all grey outside right now though, just hope for a change.

For now, a little swe challenge is waiting for me, so let’s see how it goes and I hope for some more inspiration soon.

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Rouge

This is a part of my project “Stories” – No one in the following text exists but in my imagination.

Den kvällen efter jobbet hade varit lagom kul. Eller lagom okul beroende på hur man valde att se det. Jag var precis där: av en helt vanlig kväll kunde jag göra precis vad som helst. Antigen ett helvete som jag skulle kunna berätta om till höger och vänster, beklaga mig, måla en jätte mörkt svart tavla över hur allt elände jag hade varit tvungen att ta itu med. Episoden på ICA hade liknat en matkö i URSS på åttiotalet. Och inte bara det, utan även det cykellåset, som alltid krånglade när det var som mest bråttom. För just det, så klart skulle det regna ett helt hav på mig när det var dags att cykla hem. Och alla dessa människor som inte höll sig till rätt sidan av sträcket på trottoaren, dessa linjetalibaner som aldrig förstår sig på vilken sida man ska gå och vilken sida man ska cykla. Eller kanske de förstår detta mycket väl och bara vill störa mig. Mig och alla andra som jag som har uppfattat att ordning och reda är modern till allt liv på jorden. Precis så där hemskt hade min kväll varit.

Eller så valde jag att vara glömsk, som en för tidig resa till min gamla jag. Ingenting hade hänt. Allt ont leder till något gott. Men var det verkligen ont det jag hade upplevt? Tillsammans med denna tanke hörde jag en liten tantröst i mitt huvudet som sa till mig “Du är ju så bra, gör bara saker som för något positivt med sig, livet är för kort för att ha tråkigt”.

Så jag gick på balkongen och plockade små tomater. En efter en la jag den i min mun och med en snabb käkrörelse exploderade de. Ett fyrverkeri av sötma! Så söt att alla godis i världen smakade kall vattenkok broccoli.

Cette soirée avait été plutôt moyenne. Plus j’y réflêchissais, plus j’arrivais à la désigner de mauvaise. C’était une facon de voir les choses. Je pouvais faire de cette soirée la pire depuis la création de l’humanité. J’aurais pu en parler à droite et à gauche, me plaindre auprès de gens attentifs et compatissants, peindre un tableau noir foncé de mon existence sur la terre ce soir là. L’épisode au supermarché avait été comparable, voire pire quand j’y repense, aux queues de ransonnement en URSS dans les années quatre vingts. Si seulement ca n’avait été que ca! Mais non! le cadenas de mon vélo avait aussi été obligé d’en faire des siennes. Et puis tous ces gens qui ne savent pas de quel côté du trottoir il faut qu’ils marchent. Ces talibans des lignes blanches. Peut-être qu’ils le savent en fait? Peut-être qu’ils le font exprès pour empoisonner la vie aux personnes comme moi, qui ont compris que l’ordre est l’origine de la vie sur terre. Ma soirée avait vraiment été si horrible que ca.

Je pouvais aussi choisir de faire un voyage en avant dans le temps et de devenir mon moi de plus tard, raisonablement amnésique pour oublier ces évènements. Il ne s’était rien passé. Tout ce qui est négatif apporte du positif. Mais avais-je vraiment vécu quelque chose de négatif? En même temps que j’entendais résonner cette phrase dans ma tête, j’entendis une petite voix me murmurer “tu es la meilleure, ne fais que des choses qui te font du bien, la vie est trop courte pour s’enquiquiner!”.

Alors je suis allée sur le balcon, et j’ai ceuillis des tomates. Je les ai mises une par une dans ma bouche et les explosais d’un geste vif de la machoire. Un feu d’artifice de sucre! Si sucrées que tous les bonbons du monde avaient le même goût que des brocolis froids cuits à la vapeur.

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New category

Hello my fellow readers!

My imagination is working hard nowadays. I am dreaming of a lots of things and one of them is maybe to write some novels/stories/things. Every post on here is from now not only about my life, but even about my observations and imagination. I would appreciate some (nice) critic and you will find this kind of story-posts under the category “stories”.

Since it is easier for me to write in french or swedish than in english, I will for now write in these two first named langages. As you know is English my fourth foreign langage, so I won’t pretend be (even an amator) writer in English.

I hope you will enjoy, but as the rest of the blog, I write on here without any pretention to “be someone” or so. I just feel creative for now.

Fallen fruits

This is a part of my project “Stories” – No one in the following text exists but in my imagination.

Den var söndag eftermiddag. Jag cyklade på en tom och lugn gata, glad över den långa och svaga nedförsbacken som skulle ta mig under bron. Med lite tur skulle jag få tillräckligt med fart för att cykla uppförs den lilla backen efter bron. Solen sken och jag kände den varma vinden på min hud, en behaglig känsla av frihet.

En smal och liten kvinna, med långt vit hår stod på trottoaren en bit framför mig. Hon tittade runt ett päronträd, som redan hade släppt några mogna frukter. Hon studerade varje frukt på marken och plockade upp ett som hon la i en tygpåse. Sedan gick hon vidare.

C’était un dimanche après-midi. J’étais sur mon vélo, dans une ruelle calme et vide, heureuse d’avoir atteint la longue descente qui devait me propulser de l’autre côté du pont sans trop d’efforts. Le soleil était haut et je sentais la chaleur chaude du vent sur ma peau, comme un sentiment de liberté.

Une grande femme maigre, avec de longs cheveux blancs se trouvait sur le trottoir. Elle regardait au pied d’un poirier, qui avait déjà libéré quelques fruits mûrs. Elle étudiait chaque fruit tombé sur le sol avec précision, en ramassa un et le mis dans un sac en tissus. Ensuite, elle s’en alla.

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Aeroplane

This is a part of my project “Stories” – No one in the following text exists but in my imagination.

We were 10 in this classroom and it was raining outside. This was the last exam of the year and we really had to pass it in order to be free. Free from school but free to what? That was totally unknown to us. I just knew that I did not want anymore to be in this school. I don’t even remember that I once wanted to be here. It was just how it had to be. good grades, good school. Good in the eyes of Madam Conformity.

The exercice handled about a plane that had to land, we had to calculate how long the landing line had to be. A formula, no calcul machine, a simple pen. After having found the theoretical result, we had to go in the wood behind the class room and find material to built a model of this calculation. Not easy to build a mini aeroplane with wood and to make it fly and land on a mini landing line.

Would I succeed? I had 2 hours in front of me.

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Rutines

We have been working for 3 weeks now after the vacations and I cannot say that I made it as a rutine yet. Most of my collegues were still away, the phone did not ring at all, this was very unsual and different from last spring.

One thing that did come back pretty quick is that I am totally tired on the evenings and the mornings are difficult. Yesterday (friday), I was knocked out around 8 oclock so I went to bed and slept until 8 this morning. M had another rythm, so I let him sleep and put some order on our balcony.

This year, I used the balcony as a mini garden and since we went away one week while it was very hot in Sweden, a lots of things died, so it was really time to clean a little. I wouldn’t have tip 5 cents for the rosemary, it was all dry and seemed to be dead. I was wrong! This plant is like a phoenix and rised up all again. I put it in a smaller pot and I wish it will survive the winter as well!

The automn is coming with big steps and I wonder how I will use my free time, to make good things, both for me and my surroundings. First of all I will ride horse again. My monday evenings are from the 18th designed as the best evenings of the week that I have to spend by myself. then I want to run as well. I would also like to make a creativ activity, but I am not sure what. I have some ideas, I think I have to test.

For now, I will help M that came back from food shopping. Have a nice week end!

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Life is planing for us

We had kind of a tumultuous week, with a close relative that landed at the hospital. We hope the situation is going to be better but it’s hard to face it. Stupid accident!
So we have been in Ljungby for a couple of day and it is very warm. And humid. Like tropical weather and so. No complain here, I’m just surprised!

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