Time. One of our most precious resources. It’s also sort of weird to think of it as a resource. Probably the invention of the clock and then the watch made it a resource. Not just for ourselves, but for everyone interested in doing something with our time. Nowadays, like yesterdays, when someone actually takes their …
I sit over my finished lunch. Eggs, bacon, and a leftover of fat and onions from a roast I made a week ago. I look at my greasy plate. I pick it up and lick it clean. Thoughts cross my mind, above all my mum’s voice. “You’re not supposed to do that!” “That’s not good …
Today I look at myself and have to smile. It looks like I’m turning into this land. When we arrived 10 weeks ago, in a winter storm and with snow piled high along the roads, we stopped at a second-hand shop and got ourselves some well-maintained warm winter gear – snow pants and a thick …
That’s my magic number. If I go on a walk and I make it to 20.000 steps before I stop, not just my whole day, but my whole week will be better. 7.000 steps per day and I feel okay.15.000 steps per day and my body is good.20.000 steps in one go and it’s like …
I slaughtered my first animal this week. A dairy goat kid which was supposed to be taken out like almost all of them. Because there’s no place for male and many female goat kids in the dominant dairy system. No place, no value. We walk calmly through the straw pen in which the herd is …
Today I turn 44. I knew for a while that I didn’t want to be a family father in the classic way with my own kids. Although I have a great love for kids and adore my nieces and nephews. I love to work with teenagers and Twens. But now it’s really sinking in this …
I’m back in my hometown for a visit. It’s 13° C and feels so much like spring, although we are still in den midst of February. I finish my computer work early and head out into the sun. In Sweden, I’m outside every day multiple times. Here, it is just easy to forget. I leave …
Sometimesif you move carefullythrough the forest breathinglike the onesin the old stories who could crossa shimmering bed of dry leaveswithout a sound, you cometo a placewhose only task is to trouble youwith tinybut frightening requests conceived out of nowherebut in this placebeginning to lead everywhere. Requests to stop whatyou are doing right now,and to stop …
Today is one of these relapse days where I can’t see well with my right eye. Well, in the outside world I actually can. But it’s the digital screens where I have it blurred all over and can’t read a line no matter how big the font is. I am wearing blue filter glasses with …
“This is the longest power out I’ve experienced in Sweden”, Anna says. She is heading down to the lake, armed with a hatchet, to get some water from underneath the ice. I’m making coffee on the camper van’s gas stove with the water we have left. No morning without our coffee ritual. I went outside …