Monday, June 29, 2009

The Baltic Sea and the Land of the Finns

The weather was mostly terrific with good winds. I'm wearing the captain's hat, reading the map & picking out the route. In Finland we found a charming little place to stay, Kalajoki. Later we visited Wasa & then realtives in Oulo.
On the way back over the Baltic Sea I took a sea troll omboard. BIG mistake. He took over the rodder and disrespected the hat! Couldn't have that, so I kicked him off the ship, mid-sea. Ran, the sea goddess, didn't seem to mind this & I was not punished, but Coleridge arrived safely home.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Summer Solstice

Tonight I haven't sleept at all. I've spent five hours on the little island watching the dawn. I couldn't convince anyone to make me company, they were all adamant on sleeping. The sea was like a mirror, vailed by mists, when I arrived. The birdsong was almost deafening at times. I had to run around and climb some to keep warm before the sun rose.

The island is just a big chunk of green stone that has got it soft shapes by beeing sanded down by the the inland ice sheet more than 10.000 years ago. In the sunlight the stone glitters like it's infused with countless crystals. The island is partly covered in moss, with a few tormented but still quite big and old fir trees.

A few feather like clouds brushed the sky, before sunrise they started to glow with a gold lining when the horizon blushed pink and yellow. The mists moved faster over the water surface and almost looked like ghosts or faerys dancing, before they were dispersed by the warmth of the rising sun. I did some yoga; Guess what? :-)

I promise myself to do these 'out of the ordinary rut' things more. But it often takes special occations likt the Summer Solstice for me to Dao it a bit. Now I'm back home and have a few things to arrange before I finish packing for Finland. I'm really tired now thought, and have to sleep three hours before I can get anything at all done...


The picture is from an other occation, when I saw a hobgoblin (or possibly a tompta?) on the island.

Midsummer dreams

Midsummer dreams are supposed to be prophetical. Young girls still practice the folk magic practice of gathering seven (or nine) different kinds of flowers and sleeping with them under the pillow to dream about their future husband.
But there need not be any flowers at all. And the dreams can be about whatever.

Sunday night I woke everybody in the cottage up by screaming in my sleep. I dreamt that the cottage was beeing burglarised. ...I didn't scream because I was afraid! But to scare the burglar away or something in the lines of: "What in Hela's name do you think you are doing?!!" I went back to sleep, and dreamt about an amazing, exhilirating blizzard.

Now I don't know if I in the year before me am about to live through an actual break in to the cottage and a blizzard , or if I'm to expect a stormy, unasked for romance. To confuse this further, a wise woman once told me dream language often is 'backwards' and cryptic.
I guess I will have to wait and see what happens. So much for prophetic dreams. :-)

Saturday, June 20, 2009

The Hideaway

Midsummer time we spent at the cottage. But since we didn't get the water pump working yet, we were going home almost very day to shower or to get something. We thought we had packed enough to get by for four days, but no. It's just a twenty minutes drive, still I feel uneasy about it. Environmentally. Most of the time we have been working at the roof, and fixing stuff. As usual I have worked mostly in the garden. And making a meal for us now and then.

I'm happy with the results of our garden redesign. Lo tore down the old woodshed. I've got my 'druids corner' of the garden and they can do what they want to with the rest. I had to move my whole herbarium & strawberries which took two days of digging and replanting. Happily all of the the plants suvived the brutalism! I have sawed down many of the shrubberys and smaller trees for the more 'airy' garden design. Some older trees will be cut down later, but not the oldest ones, I saved those. Phew!

Althought if one of the great trees were to be stormfelled it could crush the cottage. I told them in that case I would mourn the tree and not the cottage. The cottage is an historical building, an more than 150 years old miners house from somewhere. But my grandfather was a miner his whole life, and I think he would say: "Leave those trees alone!" And I can truthfully claim I need the shadow of the trees, and that is pretty hard for anyone to argue with. Sometimes lupus isn't all bad. :-)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Lynx

Tonight I was invited into the lynx mind to accompany it in hunting. I don't know if it really happened or if I just had a wonderful dream. I have heard of hexes who can 'piggyback' animals minds but I don't remember that I ever had done so before. Eighter way I hope it will happen for me again some time. It was an exiting and very different way of experiencing nature. Words are insufficient to describe it. Or my vocabulary is. :-)

Monday, June 15, 2009

Monday, June 08, 2009

Oceanic Dreams

The Sea Whirlpool Dream
A boy of about seven y.o. standing at a pir with an old man. He points out to the sea, at a Whirlpool. The boy is awed. I get a feeling it is in Norway.

I don't remember any more of that dream, I had it as a child. But I have had many dreams about oceans. Here are some more I remember:

The Mirror in the Sea.
Me and another young identical girl sit in the waves, and there is an antique make up table with a big oval mirror, half submerged in the sea. We are smearing on red lipstick and laughing. Our white dresses are wet and our long hair is all tangled up by salt water. Suddently she is not beside me but in the mirror instead of my reflection. She smiles and reveal fangs. She leaps out of the mirror at me and scratch me. I run from her. The rest of the dream I run and try to hide from vampires and everybody around me turns into vampires. In the end I do, too.

The Sunken Ship
We have swam out to explore a sunken ship. Everybody dives down to look at it. I feel a intense hesitation to submerge myself entirely in the Sea. I am alone at the surface and all is dead still.

The Road Dream

In the dream I am walking along a big road. The road is packed with people, all walking in the same direction with apathetic expressions and movements. The landscape is flat and the whole dream is grayish in color, like it is an eternal winter’s dusk. The road seems to be the only thing there, and moving forward the only thing important. People are in all different ages. When someone stops moving forward they are trampled under by the rest, who does not even seem to take notice or care about it. I look down at the tarmac and I realise that the road is made up by bodies, skeleton parts and remains of clothes that are crushed and packed into this grey macabre road. I imagine the road taking form at the head of it, and realize it doesn’t lead anywhere, it is just being created continually. Maybe the ones in the front only are trying to get away from the road. Looking down as another one is trampled down, I notice paths leading down from the road into the thorny shrubbery vegetation. I continue moving forward, but start notice more and more of these paths. With great hesitation I finally decide to divert from the big road to follow one of these paths. I find that the paths are running across each other in great pattern of confusion and over and over again I find myself on paths heading up onto the big road again. The paths don’t seem to lead anywhere either. But I continue to follow them, increasingly scarred and scratched and wild looking.

City

I usually have no problem finding my way in the woods. To me all the trees and rocks do not look the all the same. Some I like, some I don't. I get a feeling for where I am. But in the cities I am always paniced. The buildings disturb my ability to orient myself and I get overwhelmed and tired. Maybe it's because I really don't want to be there.

I have noticed others react in a similar way to the woods that I do the the city. Maybe we can't change what pattern was imprinted on us growing up. I would find that infinitly sad. So many souls who will never know or enjoy reality. More than half of the human population on the planet now lives in city's. For the first time ever.

I don't really care to become comfortable in cities, and people maybe don't care to become more at home in the woods. But I have not grown up by the ocean, and that does not stop me from wanting to get to know it. I did grow up by a river and among lots of lakes thought, that may help a little. The oceans scare me. I find it exciting.

Oh, btw: Today is World Ocean Day. Wear blue and tell two!

Sunday, June 07, 2009

Into the wild

I was looking forward to be sailing now, but I should have known better than getting my hopes up. Oh, I did so long to get away from everything for a long while. Forget that I am human. Not have to relate to other humans besides the others with me, who don't want to be human eighter.

Well I have to continue to get my wilderness in small doses. Tonight the moon is full and the sky is clear. As soon as darkness falls I will go running in the woods. The last time I went running this late I ran into the lynx that I've been told has been sighted often in the woods where I run. It was at a distance but it roared at me! I have seen lynx before but at greater distance and they have never cared about me.

How loud it sounded! I didn't expect it. Have only ever heard the sound in documentarys before. It is more of a bark than a roar, really. I was startled and felt a bit panicy, had to make myself run a bit slower and not faster. Not that I have ever head anyone say they have been attacked by a lynx. I felt silly for beeing scared by it.

I often run into deer there. Especially if I run off the track. Which I obviesly can't do in the dark. I will stay at the path. I have a trick that has preserved my night vision so it is very good. I always close my left eye for a moment if I am dazzled. A military taught me that when I was a child. Other superpowers: I have hearing like a dog's on one ear. :-)

Later: I saw the lynx again I think! Closer this time, but it leaped into shrubbery when I came and did not move and I wasn't about to stop and have a look in there! It was surprisingly cold outside. I took the longest warm shower and a hot cup of tea when I came home. It would have been nice with a warm somebody in bed tonight thought.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

Gaia

Today is the National Day of Sweden. This event I have marked in no way at all. Tomorrow thought, is an important day to me, because I get to vote green in the EU election. I know it's futile. I don't want to think about how futile it is, and anything else I can do. I'd rather go on hoping for miracles. If one doesn't even try, what chanse has she got? Gaia. The love of my life.