Solen i mina ögon.
Med solen i mina ögon.
Sitter jag vid havet.
Vattenmild höstbris i mitt ansikte.
Bländar min själ till lugn.
English version.
With the sun in my eyes.
I sit by the sea.
Water mild autumn breeze in my face.
Blinding my soul to calm.
Wish the good moments last longer, ha de Gött!
Disunion waves.
Overwhelming.
Us and them.
Gasping not to drown.
In haze.
Lighthouse beacon.
Relentless Hope.
Standing firm.
Svensk version
Splittringens vågor.
Överväldigande.
Vi och dom.
Kippar efter andan.
I dimman.
Fyrens ljus.
Obevekligt hopp.
Står obeveklig.
Will we ever learn, ha de Gött!
Sun is giving the fjord.
A last goodnight kiss.
As the rain clouds gather.
And for a while.
My soul is at rest.
Sleep thigh, ha de Gött!
Slow down
crashing waves turns
into soft veils.
Look and you shall see, ha de Gött!
Seems this is my post number 1000 here and I’ve been wondering what it should be about. 1000 blog posts, it must be about blogging.
I set out into the WordPress cyber space five years ago to practise writing for the book that’s lingering in my head. It was also a way to channel the pressure from dealing with my son’s struggle with mental illness. Then there was also the pandemic that didn’t help much. Sitting by sons bed clicking the keyboard helped him settle down and to go to sleep. After daily attempts during that summer in 2020 he finally found his everlasting peace in August.
I was devastated and nearly broke down, forced to choose whether to stay or leave. Blogging became a therapy, and I even did some poetry. I also took up photography a bit more seriously to get out into the nature. Walking in the forest and hugging a tree is so much better than all psychotropic drugs. Photography became a bigger part of my blog.
In the WordPress blogosphere there is a community and a connection and, even if some open up and share strong feelings I’ve never seen any mean comments. Some bloggers that I interacted with I consider friends, even if we’ve never met in real life. There are posts and comments that made significant a difference in my life, none mentioned none forgotten. Thank you!
Who knows I might be around for a 1000 more.
With a little help from my friends, ha de Gött!
Even the straight and narrow.
Offers choices.
Enter or stop.
Stay curious but be careful, ha de Gött!
Tucking us in, in cotton white light.
For a while life slows down.
Early spring birds sing their lullaby.
I wish good times would last a little longer, ha de Gött!
Lyckan
Satt på gyllene pedistal.
Jagar vi och tillber vi den.
Driver oss i olycka.
Men lycka är bara en biprodukt.
Av given du fått.
Och hur du spelar den.
Happiness
Sat on a golden pedestal.
We chase and worship it.
Drives us into misery.
But happiness is just a by-product.
Of the hand you’ve been dealt.
And how you play it.
I’m H. A. P. P. Y, I’m sure I am, I know I am. Ha de Gött!
The Priest gave me this book
to read in my own time
to find ways to heal
to make odds and ends of life.
It lay there on my desk,
for a long, long time,
then in the book shelf,
finally back to my desk.
Why did I not take the time to read?
Author on the cover looks
confident and trustworthy.
But it was that title.
"There's a lot you don't have to"
I finally challenged the title and has almost finished reading. It’s a really good book on the theme Faith, Time and Love and how to be true to yourself and your time without too many “musts”. The author Tomas Sjödin has been very productive but sad to say I cannot find out if he’s been translated to English.
To read is to discover, ha de Gött!
English version below.
Mörkret tränger sig på.
Ljuset fladdrar i människors hjärtan,
hoppas att stormen drar förbi.
Ur rädslor väller svart rök,
döljer hoppets ljus.
Blinda tittar vi på.
Glada att inte vi, behöver utstå smärtan,
inte jag, någon annan måste det bli.
Darrar under skuggans hök,
vallas till grus.
English version
The darkness presses in.
The light flickers in people's hearts,
hoping the storm will pass.
From fears, black smoke pours,
hiding the light of hope.
Blindly we watch.
Glad that it's not us, who must endure the pain,
not me, it must be someone else.
Trembling under the shadow's hawk,
herded to dust.
Still believe in the light, ha de Gött!
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