Like this powerful seasonal shift in our beautiful Scandinavian weather.
The colourful spring 🌱🍃 where everything is building up and getting ready to explow in all kind of beautiful forms and colours.
The summer 🏵️☀️ where we enjoy the long nights, the warm weather, the seasonal vegetables and fruits. The fall 🍂🍁🍃🌬️ where we begin preparations of the upcoming cold. We store our things, we gather and make wood for the Fireplace. We enjoy the overwhelming intense colours that nature presents to us.
And the winter❄️🌨️☁️ where everything is sleeping. Where you build up strength. As well as use the time to reflect upon your actions this year.
Everything in a perfect harmony and balance. Year after year everything become stronger, bigger, smarter, and more prepared for the next chapter.
All seasons are building up inside of me. I am within my Spring 🌱🍃
Trying to describe it in words, but still in lack of vocabulary it feels like everything is about to go off. At first it seams frightening, but now that I realise that I'm just like nature 'out there'. I'm nothing else than the trees, plants, or the wild animals. Everything we go through is happening to make us even more strong and everything is just as it's supposed to be. Like the big oaktree, that will do anything to survive the first 30 years in becoming just big enough to live another 150 years. Like the flowers that spread its seeds to ensure its survival, so that new flowers will blossom next year. And like the squirrel that collects food for most of the year, just to be ready for the long and cold winter.
All this is why nature and animals have survived and existed longer than anything else. I am humble. Suddenly, I feel honored to go through this shift, and my connection to nature and all the wild within.
I AM IN MY SPRING. Can't wait to see what summer, fall and winter will bring.
And now, a journal entry/stream of conscienceness prose I wrote last night sitting in a cafe resting, observing. Give it a read if you so choose:
"And, for no apparent reason, maybe not even to them,
He took his daughter into his arms.
She rested her head on his chest and he held her tightly and, most beautiful of all, for no reason.
No special occasion, no "happy birthdays" or exploiting undertones.
And the only celebration was in their hearts.
His eyes closed and she held happily,
And in those moments their embrace took my gaze, like a comet in the sky
Or the stars and moon or even airplanes in the night,
I wondered what overtook me.
I stepped inside myself; into my own heart for a few seconds to use the compass I was given and after watching their embrace, and his step back to smile at her, and her him,
My heart fluttered when I realized that I was looking at LOVE in the purest, truest, most spectacular form.
I felt tears building. Tears of happiness and joy, for somewhere in my heart, amidst my own inner and outter complexities, I found a similar shining light.
And in that moment, as small as it happened to be, I let happiness flush over me as, there in front of me, was proof that the love and the light I have been wandering the world looking for, despite what many would want me to believe, was not only actual and living around me but, even more extraordinary that that: possible"