As always is it hard to start writing. Feeling that there is nothing to write, but knowing that there is a whole world just waiting to be discovered....
I have to be careful now. July is already here. And it will go fast and soon it will be august... Still no progress in determining what I want to write about. Feels almost impossible to get how one starts something that can go further than just a couple of pages or three. How do you determine what you want to write about?
How do you go about finding the path? How to you find the heart of a story? How do you track it down...
Can I ever really believe anything... Sometimes I watch myself from the outside. I see someone who is trying, but are still afraid. When it really matters, she gets frightened and creep back into the shadows. I don't want to be that girl anymore, that frightened girl who is scared of herself and all the passion she feels. I am tired of denying myself life. It's what I have done for so long. "Come out, come out, whoever you are." (Watching Queen of the Damned or something... Adapted from some Anne Rice book, with the Aragorn that got fired, thank goodness. Sorta clouds my mind a little bit, with vampires and all, making me a little dark, he he;))
The darkening of the mind. Melancholy. Shadows and darkness... Fun))
But yet I cannot completely grasp it either... I guess it is duality. Light and darkness; good and evil... One can't exist without the other...
The darkening...
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I am here...
I wrote this today:
And now
as I turn another page in my story
I feel hope renewed
I am here
and I am alive
in this moment where I take
a step into the unknown
I am here
alone with myself
My journey and adventure is to find the fragments of my story
The quest to put them back together
I am here
at the beginning of my story
And now
as I turn another page in my story
I feel hope renewed
I am here
and I am alive
in this moment where I take
a step into the unknown
I am here
alone with myself
My journey and adventure is to find the fragments of my story
The quest to put them back together
I am here
at the beginning of my story
Saturday, June 23, 2007
It is a fact. When you begin to feel good about yourself and your life, there will always be that certain someone who tries to bring every thing down again. I wonder why some people think they can say anything they want. Especially parents. My mother has one of her fits again. Because she has decided to take on things. She wants to go further, and then decides that I have to do it as well. Those words she can say... I can't understand it. I guess I have come to far into the light, so she has to try to drag me down again. For goodness sake, it is unbelievable. It is her choice to do these thing. Not mine.
But this time it is going to be different. I am not going to allow her to drag me down. I try to observe my feelings. It is not my fault. She managed to make a big deal out of this microphone and the mouse I got from her. Like I made her buy them. Telling me to enjoy being in my own world. She's had enough. All this on two text messages.
A part of me wants to cry, another don't won't her to have the pleasure of hurting me again. I just have to realize that she will always be like this. You know, if I went to London, she would probably tell me that I didn't care about her, only myself... Anything that I like is under attack when it suits her. It is her problem. I have to tell myself that. I want to take back the power. I want to take back the control. It is my life and I choose what I want in it. I am actually feeling that the hurt is turning into anger. I feel angry now.
I am so fed up with that side of her. She always, always try to make me feel bad about something when I don't do what she wants me to do. Then she blabs on about respect!! Now I say, what you give is what you get... I think I am more determined than ever to make this summer great. No matter what happens. I am going to get out of this dump my life has gotten into. I have to concentrate on me. On living my life. And what she doesn't seem to understand, is that I am actually trying to get a life. It is like she is so scared of not being a part of that life, that the only way she unconsciously think she can be part of it is to make me feel miserable, and make me feel bad. I know there is no use in talking to her about it, because she will always twist it around. I can't say to her that she should look at herself before attacking me. I can't say that these things are her battles and not mine. The work that was done on the appartment, and my grandmother. I would do anything to sort out the mess around my grandmother, but she is turning it into so much. And drags me down because I cannot go around thinking about all of it 24/7. And because I don't, she translate it into not caring. And I have to be there and always say the right thing, because if I don't I get these text messages... I felt it coming the moment I heard the phone pep. Here we go, I thought, and lo and behold I was right!!
I am really letting everything come out now. I just want to get it out of my system, turn off the computer and go to bed and read. And be done with this day. I am not going to answer those messages. I know that nothing good will come of it, and it will only make matters worse. It is better to have an argument about not answering that saying something and letting her twist it around... She always does that. I am so looking forward to getting back to working. To be finacially independent again. I think I will rather work my butt off than having these things crushing down on me. But I know it will not end there... There will always be something... If I start to work and am not able to visit her or do things, she will turn that around too. Saying that she was right, I only came to visit her because of the money she would give me. Always making me feel bad about my situation. Always. There is always some kind of twist somewhere along the line. Always something.
You know, I am actually wondering if a comment I had on thursday did the trick. When I said that I was sensing and feeling that I was getting better, that I was getting stronger than ever, made this come. I truly think it did. I actually think she expect me to fix these things for her, take control of the situations she creates... You know, maybe she is right in a way. Maybe I do come for the moneysupport. Because sometimes I feel that is the only support she has given me.
This is turning out to be a rather sad slug:)) I should probably have written it in a journal instead. I will probably maybe delete it later. I am going to bed now)))
But this time it is going to be different. I am not going to allow her to drag me down. I try to observe my feelings. It is not my fault. She managed to make a big deal out of this microphone and the mouse I got from her. Like I made her buy them. Telling me to enjoy being in my own world. She's had enough. All this on two text messages.
A part of me wants to cry, another don't won't her to have the pleasure of hurting me again. I just have to realize that she will always be like this. You know, if I went to London, she would probably tell me that I didn't care about her, only myself... Anything that I like is under attack when it suits her. It is her problem. I have to tell myself that. I want to take back the power. I want to take back the control. It is my life and I choose what I want in it. I am actually feeling that the hurt is turning into anger. I feel angry now.
I am so fed up with that side of her. She always, always try to make me feel bad about something when I don't do what she wants me to do. Then she blabs on about respect!! Now I say, what you give is what you get... I think I am more determined than ever to make this summer great. No matter what happens. I am going to get out of this dump my life has gotten into. I have to concentrate on me. On living my life. And what she doesn't seem to understand, is that I am actually trying to get a life. It is like she is so scared of not being a part of that life, that the only way she unconsciously think she can be part of it is to make me feel miserable, and make me feel bad. I know there is no use in talking to her about it, because she will always twist it around. I can't say to her that she should look at herself before attacking me. I can't say that these things are her battles and not mine. The work that was done on the appartment, and my grandmother. I would do anything to sort out the mess around my grandmother, but she is turning it into so much. And drags me down because I cannot go around thinking about all of it 24/7. And because I don't, she translate it into not caring. And I have to be there and always say the right thing, because if I don't I get these text messages... I felt it coming the moment I heard the phone pep. Here we go, I thought, and lo and behold I was right!!
I am really letting everything come out now. I just want to get it out of my system, turn off the computer and go to bed and read. And be done with this day. I am not going to answer those messages. I know that nothing good will come of it, and it will only make matters worse. It is better to have an argument about not answering that saying something and letting her twist it around... She always does that. I am so looking forward to getting back to working. To be finacially independent again. I think I will rather work my butt off than having these things crushing down on me. But I know it will not end there... There will always be something... If I start to work and am not able to visit her or do things, she will turn that around too. Saying that she was right, I only came to visit her because of the money she would give me. Always making me feel bad about my situation. Always. There is always some kind of twist somewhere along the line. Always something.
You know, I am actually wondering if a comment I had on thursday did the trick. When I said that I was sensing and feeling that I was getting better, that I was getting stronger than ever, made this come. I truly think it did. I actually think she expect me to fix these things for her, take control of the situations she creates... You know, maybe she is right in a way. Maybe I do come for the moneysupport. Because sometimes I feel that is the only support she has given me.
This is turning out to be a rather sad slug:)) I should probably have written it in a journal instead. I will probably maybe delete it later. I am going to bed now)))
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Thought I'd let Nicky have some lime light:) My adorable little cat:D
I have a surprise for you tomorrow;)
The test went well, only that damn one mistake... So now I have my summer vaction all in front of me. Two months with cleaning and writing and perhaps some painting and drawing. Well, I don't want to use two month on my cleaning though... Hopefully as quick as possible...))) But the writing starts tomorrow. Right now I am tired and my head hurts so I am going to bed before a headache really takes hold.
Looking forward to talk to you tomorrow;)
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Beginnings
Life is a series of cycles and a time of rebirth is indicated for you.
This may mean a new phase in a relationship, the germination of a fresh idea or the development of qualities in you like laughter, light or hope. It may herald a total change.
Do not be afraid to let go of the familiar for the new cannot enter until the old and outworn has departed.
Your angel guidance is to accept the new for it will be welcome when it arrives.
Birth is a vulnerable time. The fragile life force needs to be protected and nurtured within you. Ask the angels to guide the new beginnings in your life safely to maturity.
Affirmation: I welcome and nurture the new in my life.
From the site of Diana Cooper. Angel cards.
Life is a series of cycles and a time of rebirth is indicated for you.
This may mean a new phase in a relationship, the germination of a fresh idea or the development of qualities in you like laughter, light or hope. It may herald a total change.
Do not be afraid to let go of the familiar for the new cannot enter until the old and outworn has departed.
Your angel guidance is to accept the new for it will be welcome when it arrives.
Birth is a vulnerable time. The fragile life force needs to be protected and nurtured within you. Ask the angels to guide the new beginnings in your life safely to maturity.
Affirmation: I welcome and nurture the new in my life.
From the site of Diana Cooper. Angel cards.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Hoooooooooooooooooooooot
It is soooo hot now. The apartment is overheated and it is really sticky, even now one hour after midnight. Being at the computer course today was hell. I fell asleep when I came home, but Cath called after one hour or so thank goodness, or I would probably have slept and slept and been completely out of it. I hope it will be cooler and that we'll have some beautiful rain soon.
I feel a little slow tonight, sluggish. I know that I can't go to sleep yet, so I thought I'd let you inspire me and watch King Arthur:) It's a long time since I saw it too. It's been a couple of hours since I wrote the first paragraph and it is still hot!! I really don't think there will come any words of wisdom from my mind tonight:) It's like all it says is hot hot hot. System shot down. Too hot. Warning warning....:D
I feel a little slow tonight, sluggish. I know that I can't go to sleep yet, so I thought I'd let you inspire me and watch King Arthur:) It's a long time since I saw it too. It's been a couple of hours since I wrote the first paragraph and it is still hot!! I really don't think there will come any words of wisdom from my mind tonight:) It's like all it says is hot hot hot. System shot down. Too hot. Warning warning....:D
Sunday, June 10, 2007
I am tired and going to bed very soon now. But I thought I should write something since I didn't get around doing it yesterday. The whole apartment is still hot and sticky. I have a huge blister underneath my foot. My arms har hurting. Complaining a lot:) And I would probably continue to complain if I wrote anything more... So I leave it for today...
Friday, June 08, 2007
IV
There is something peaceful and exciting about sitting and trying to calm down. Pictures starts to roll onto the screen of the mind. I had to scatch my nose real bad. Then I stood in a long hallway looking at myself in the far end, a lone figure in white in the darkness. It felt like there was a storm coming. Like a thunderstorm or something was coming. There was something in the air, like it was electric. Then I started to think about being pregnant. Which really doesn't fit anything I was thinking about at all. But symbolically it should mean that I am letting something new come into being. It all fits really. I tried to bring myself back into the corridor and I saw ripped curtains blowing frantically in the wind, doors smacking shot behind me. And me running past the observer-me, but I wasn't scared. More like I was freeing myself by running. Then there was someone shouting outside my window and I didn't bother to try to shut them out... It would just lead to unnecessary irritation so I got back here to write....
III
Who I am... I feel like there are two versions of me. The-larger-than-life me and the small and unimportant one. Lately I have felt the first person emerge more and more. I feel beautiful and strong, mysterious and gentle, powerful and a little wicked. I feel like I am destined for great things, that I have a purpose that is far beyond what I can comprehend, like I have traveled through time and space to be here on earth at this moment in time. That I have a task that I am preparing for. But at the same time I am doubtful even now as I write these words. And yet I know that I am to the extent that I sometimes have perhaps felt a little "above" other people struggling with "normal" problems. I love what a woman said to me once: "You give an impression of being open, but I can sense that there is much more underneath and that makes me curious about you." That is me. Like the ocean, open and vast, but underneath there are endless depth of unknown things...............
II
The past... the sum of what has made me what I am today. I think in many ways I have come to terms with it, but I still have difficulty letting go of what it has done to me. I think that is one of my biggest problems. The insecurity and the feeling of not being good enough, and that I am throwing my life away on meaningless things, that those things I love is meaningless. That is perhaps why I struggle so much with becoming who I was meant to be. That part of me that is great and that part of me that is such a big loser has this enormous gap between them that I have not been able to bridge yet. I still get a little messed up... It's like I am believing that this summer will be a new beginning, but at the same time there is a voice already seeing that at the end of august things will still be the same. Right now that scares me more than writing crappy things. Not trying. I want this more than ever and I am more scared than ever before. I kinda feel like there is no other chance now. That I have used up so much time reliving what I cannot do anything about. That I have stopped myself from being who I was meant to be for too long. It has taken me three years of depression and total lack of energy to come to this point, and I don't ever want to go back there again. Not that deep into total blackness. I want to become my own friend, and not be my worst enemy. I want to accept myself and all the beautiful things I am capable of doing. I want to believe in myself. And not be my past. I want to become my future. I want to become my dream.
I
Letting my mind be still... What a difficult task. All noises seem to get louder, so does my thoughts. My body gets heavy. From one place to another without focus. I try to focus, but I can't. I try to breathe. I don't know where to start. Calling my purpose to the front. Having expectations for the summer. Wanting to do so much, afraid it will turn into nothing. Once again.
Lunchbreak
Lunchbreak. It is way too hot now. Feel like I am melting... Like my brain is melting. The room I am in now is overheated. Complain complain complain))) I swore that I would not complain about summer, but I can't help myself. A week ago it was still rather cold. Not wintercold, but there was a coolness in the air even if the sun was out. But now it is tropical:D
Yesterday I bought a notebook that I have dedicated to the summer work. I am planning to use it to write fictional, or at least I am going to try. Write a story like I mentioned in a previous slug. The biographical fictional story. The dream me. I don't know if it will work, but I am keeping an open mind. The first "chapter" I have called The Doorway between the Known and the Unknown. I am going to try to sum up a little bit about life and talk about the past. I still think the door is the past and the lock is a symbol of letting the past be what it is and unlocking the door might mean that I will stay in the past. I think it means that I have managed to come to terms with my own past, and maybe without knowing it I have put it behind this door, but I have been unable to walk away with it. Like there is an invisible bond between me and that locked door that no matter what I have wanted, no matter how much I have wanted to move on I have been unable to do that. Until now...
But I still think it is crucial that I honour my past. It is a part of me and it has made me what I am, good or bad. But it doesn't determine my future. Let what needs to die, die peacefully.
I know this part well. I have been here and wandered around in this field for so long. That's why I have to create a gateway into the unknown. I need to explore the unknown. I need to except me for what I am. And not let me scare myself shitless again, at least not let me overcome myself. The battle of the ego against the task that lies ahead. My will has been broken but I am putting it back together again, bit by bit. And I am doing it with care this time. No half measures. This time it is for real. I have put my life on hold for the last time. No more...
It sometimes feel like I have gotten rid of a lot of weight. I feel so much lighter, so much more hopeful. There are still some burdens left. I still can feel blue and I will never get rid of my melancholy (tungsinn:). It is a natural part of me, and it is also highly creative. And I find it somewhat romantic too)))) I think we all have those times in our lives when we feel a little sad, but the key is not to be overcome with grief. And to use the sadness for what it is worth, be creative and not sad.
I was thinking about how much "stuff" I would have if I had a printer attached to my brain:) The way my mind works sometimes is funny. The stories that I make up are out there somewhere. I sometimes have to stop myself and pull myself back to reality. It is too funny. Especially when I worry about something; I can blow it completely out of proportions. It's like Bridget Jones and her constant battle with those extra pounds:D She hears people talking about her on the train station and the speaker voice talking about her and so on. Only I get a visual image of things happening. A comment can turn into war world III basically:)) Well, I haven't begun a war just get.....:) I guess I have pulled myself back before that happens...:D Anyways, it would have been fun to make notes on everything that is going on inside my head at times... Maybe I have to get used to using my imagination from now on. I known that I have it, but perhaps I don't know how to use it well. I guess one of the reasons I feel like it starts with me is that I always make up stories where I am involved in the different situations. So instead of fighting that, I am going to try and use it. To see where it leads. I will meet characters and things on that journey that I might use for later. That is kinda what my intention is. To take the path down the imagination.
Class begins again:)
Yesterday I bought a notebook that I have dedicated to the summer work. I am planning to use it to write fictional, or at least I am going to try. Write a story like I mentioned in a previous slug. The biographical fictional story. The dream me. I don't know if it will work, but I am keeping an open mind. The first "chapter" I have called The Doorway between the Known and the Unknown. I am going to try to sum up a little bit about life and talk about the past. I still think the door is the past and the lock is a symbol of letting the past be what it is and unlocking the door might mean that I will stay in the past. I think it means that I have managed to come to terms with my own past, and maybe without knowing it I have put it behind this door, but I have been unable to walk away with it. Like there is an invisible bond between me and that locked door that no matter what I have wanted, no matter how much I have wanted to move on I have been unable to do that. Until now...
But I still think it is crucial that I honour my past. It is a part of me and it has made me what I am, good or bad. But it doesn't determine my future. Let what needs to die, die peacefully.
I know this part well. I have been here and wandered around in this field for so long. That's why I have to create a gateway into the unknown. I need to explore the unknown. I need to except me for what I am. And not let me scare myself shitless again, at least not let me overcome myself. The battle of the ego against the task that lies ahead. My will has been broken but I am putting it back together again, bit by bit. And I am doing it with care this time. No half measures. This time it is for real. I have put my life on hold for the last time. No more...
It sometimes feel like I have gotten rid of a lot of weight. I feel so much lighter, so much more hopeful. There are still some burdens left. I still can feel blue and I will never get rid of my melancholy (tungsinn:). It is a natural part of me, and it is also highly creative. And I find it somewhat romantic too)))) I think we all have those times in our lives when we feel a little sad, but the key is not to be overcome with grief. And to use the sadness for what it is worth, be creative and not sad.
I was thinking about how much "stuff" I would have if I had a printer attached to my brain:) The way my mind works sometimes is funny. The stories that I make up are out there somewhere. I sometimes have to stop myself and pull myself back to reality. It is too funny. Especially when I worry about something; I can blow it completely out of proportions. It's like Bridget Jones and her constant battle with those extra pounds:D She hears people talking about her on the train station and the speaker voice talking about her and so on. Only I get a visual image of things happening. A comment can turn into war world III basically:)) Well, I haven't begun a war just get.....:) I guess I have pulled myself back before that happens...:D Anyways, it would have been fun to make notes on everything that is going on inside my head at times... Maybe I have to get used to using my imagination from now on. I known that I have it, but perhaps I don't know how to use it well. I guess one of the reasons I feel like it starts with me is that I always make up stories where I am involved in the different situations. So instead of fighting that, I am going to try and use it. To see where it leads. I will meet characters and things on that journey that I might use for later. That is kinda what my intention is. To take the path down the imagination.
Class begins again:)
Thursday, June 07, 2007
I doubt there will be anything useful in this slug:) I am really, really tired. Been running around all day. But the good news is that I'll be here tomorrow)) The party is on Saturday evening)) So we can have our inkling meeting... Be really creative:D
Nope, not the longest slug I have ever written. Now I have to go to bed, but I will hopefully be speak to you tomorrow)))
Nope, not the longest slug I have ever written. Now I have to go to bed, but I will hopefully be speak to you tomorrow)))
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
You scored as Albus Dumbledore, Strong and powerful you admirably defend your world and your charges against those who would seek to harm them. However sometimes you can fail to do what you must because you care too much to cause suffering.
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You scored as Angel, Angel: Angels are the guardians of all things, from the smallest ant to the tallest tree. They give inspiration, love, hope, and positive emotion. They live among humans without being seen. They are the good in all things, and if you feel alone, don't fear. They are always watching. Often times they merely stand by, whispering into the ears of those who feel lost. They would love nothing more then to reveal themselves, but in today's society, this would bring havoc and many unneeded questions. Give thanks to all things beautiful, for you are an Angel.
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You scored as Mysterious, You wish to hide who you are from all those around you. You find it very hard to trust people. You also may enjoy the fun that comes from playing mind games with others around you.My advice Get out there and reveal the true you if only to one person!
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The Gateway that leads from the known into the unknown
I am taking the starting point at the door. That is where the story begins, the symbolic journey. I am not to open the door yet, maybe it is not to be opened just yet. Maybe it is the symbol of my past. And because it is locked, it should perhaps stay like that. The past is past, there is nothing I can do to change what is there, no matter how hard I stare at it. What is done is done. Let's say that it is for now. The locked door is my past. And I have spent too much time trying to change what cannot be changed. It makes sense to me.
I turn away from the door and face a new gateway.
"Gateways symbolizes the scene of passing from one state to another, from one world to another, from the known to the unknown, from light to darkness. Doors open upon the mysterious, but they have a dynamic psychological quality for they not only indicate a threshold but invite us to cross it. It is an invitation to a voyage into the beyond."
Walking through this gate I turn away from my past and walk into the unknown, from the mundane to the sacred. I guess in a way I see this as my own fairy tale. I am the teller of my of tale... Maybe that is where I am going this summer. Looking at myself as the main character. Being the I of the story. Maybe that is what I need to do before I can tell the tales of others. So I step through the gateway to explore, to journey into the unbelievable. One day at a time. Take the adventure as I have never dared to do it before. I have never accepted that I wanted to tell my own story first, talk about the places and people I dream about, the adventures I dream about, not as another person, but as me. Maybe that is why I never dared to go further, because I felt I shouldn't talk about me. But maybe not it is different. I feel more courageous now.
I am not sure where it will lead me but I found this picture and it kind of trigger me. Maybe I will use it to visualize where to go next... Three doors, three possibilities. It also reminds me of the wardrobe that the Pevensie siblings walk through into Narnia. They walk through a door into another world. I will think more about this. Most definitely. I really feel that I have a something that appeals to me there... And I definitely walk from the known into the unknown...
I turn away from the door and face a new gateway.
"Gateways symbolizes the scene of passing from one state to another, from one world to another, from the known to the unknown, from light to darkness. Doors open upon the mysterious, but they have a dynamic psychological quality for they not only indicate a threshold but invite us to cross it. It is an invitation to a voyage into the beyond."
Walking through this gate I turn away from my past and walk into the unknown, from the mundane to the sacred. I guess in a way I see this as my own fairy tale. I am the teller of my of tale... Maybe that is where I am going this summer. Looking at myself as the main character. Being the I of the story. Maybe that is what I need to do before I can tell the tales of others. So I step through the gateway to explore, to journey into the unbelievable. One day at a time. Take the adventure as I have never dared to do it before. I have never accepted that I wanted to tell my own story first, talk about the places and people I dream about, the adventures I dream about, not as another person, but as me. Maybe that is why I never dared to go further, because I felt I shouldn't talk about me. But maybe not it is different. I feel more courageous now.
I am not sure where it will lead me but I found this picture and it kind of trigger me. Maybe I will use it to visualize where to go next... Three doors, three possibilities. It also reminds me of the wardrobe that the Pevensie siblings walk through into Narnia. They walk through a door into another world. I will think more about this. Most definitely. I really feel that I have a something that appeals to me there... And I definitely walk from the known into the unknown...
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
The Door I cannot open...
I am feeling that I am always writing about the same thing over and over again. Is that a way for my soul to tell me I have to move forward. I have written about what it feels like being in the dark. I have written about how it might often be a struggle to get out of the dark. And I have written about how I think it must feel like, the light. But I have not written about how it really is there. Because perhaps I am not quite there yet... This is where I feel that I am banging my head against. The door that is still closed to me.
I have been so intend on getting through that door, that I have forgotten that there are other doors in the corridors of my mind. The door is iron-clad, impossible to break through. What is behind that door, only the soul knows, and it don't want me to go through. The key to the door is not to sit and stare at it. I have to get up from the comfortable seat of doing nothing but think, plan and stare. I have to go on a search in the rooms that lie beyond this one door. This is my sacred journey.
Nothing is like it seems in this dreamlike landscape. The door is only the beginning. Maybe it is the symbol of all that I will never be. Or maybe it is my past lives, or some other secret that I cannot know now. Maybe the key is somewhere inside this land in the mists, somewhere I can only find if I start living inside here too. Living in this land, will manifest itself in my life here on earth. They are perhaps intertwined, bound together by the one thing they have in common: me...
So I sit here in front of the door. And I am making myself ready for the journey of a life time, the journey that will change me and my life forever. I am going treasure hunting, ghost hunting and all the wonderful things that this journey into the imagination will bring me. I am getting ready for an adventure, getting ready to explore and search. I am getting up and standing tall, taking a last look at the door and then turn away to face the dark corridor, not knowing where it will lead me.
I have been so intend on getting through that door, that I have forgotten that there are other doors in the corridors of my mind. The door is iron-clad, impossible to break through. What is behind that door, only the soul knows, and it don't want me to go through. The key to the door is not to sit and stare at it. I have to get up from the comfortable seat of doing nothing but think, plan and stare. I have to go on a search in the rooms that lie beyond this one door. This is my sacred journey.
Nothing is like it seems in this dreamlike landscape. The door is only the beginning. Maybe it is the symbol of all that I will never be. Or maybe it is my past lives, or some other secret that I cannot know now. Maybe the key is somewhere inside this land in the mists, somewhere I can only find if I start living inside here too. Living in this land, will manifest itself in my life here on earth. They are perhaps intertwined, bound together by the one thing they have in common: me...
So I sit here in front of the door. And I am making myself ready for the journey of a life time, the journey that will change me and my life forever. I am going treasure hunting, ghost hunting and all the wonderful things that this journey into the imagination will bring me. I am getting ready for an adventure, getting ready to explore and search. I am getting up and standing tall, taking a last look at the door and then turn away to face the dark corridor, not knowing where it will lead me.
"My name is Linda and I am a writer." That is a great introduction. Have you noticed how very concern people are of what you do? What your occupation is. It is honestly horrible to see how the reaction you get from people are when you say unemployed. It is like it has something to do with your abilities or something. That if you are unemployed it is your fault. Some people just automatically put unemployment with being a loser. It's not like I feel like a loser at all, don't misunderstand me. And people close to me or that I have talked to has never made me feel like one. But there are many who feel like a failure because they cannot get a job, even if they try.
Now I really don't know why I wrote about this at all, but I am going to let it stay here. Does it make any sense to you?))) Just thought I had to ask.
Now I really don't know why I wrote about this at all, but I am going to let it stay here. Does it make any sense to you?))) Just thought I had to ask.
Your Aura is Violet |
Idealistic and thoughtful, you have the mind and ideas to change the world. And you have the charisma of a great leader, even if you don't always use it! The purpose of your life: saying truths that other people dare not say Famous purples include: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., Susan B. Anthony Careers for you to try: Political Activist, Inventor, Life Coach |
You Are a Dreaming Soul |
Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all... But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you. Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses. Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others. Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life. Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul |
You Can Change Your Life |
You've probably already improved your life a great deal, and you're no stranger to change. You're able to make very difficult changes in your life. It's all about state of mind. And even if you have some trouble changing, you're smart enough to get support or take a different approach. So go ahead and dare to make things better. You know you can do it! |
Monday, June 04, 2007
Linkin Park
I have fallen in love with one of the songs from Linkin Park's latest cd, Shadow of the Day. It has a little U2 feel over it.
I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
sometimes solutions aren't so simple
sometimes goodbye's the only way
and the sun will set for you
the sun will set for you
and the shadow of the day
will embrace the world in grey
and the sun will set for you
incards and flowers on your window
your friends all plead for you to stay
sometimes beginnings aren't so simple
sometimes goodbye's the only way
and the shadow after day
will embrace the world in grey
and the sun will set for you
You will hear it soon enough and maybe understand what I mean)))
Sunday, June 03, 2007
I have been out enjoying the beautiful weather in Oslo today with Cath. Sitting on a bench waiting for the train, I wrote a little with the thought of a slug for today. Here's what I wrote:
"I am thinking about what to do this summer every single day now. Not every single minute but close enough. Now the trap is that it stays on the thinking level. It is a necessary step, but I have a tendency to stay there. That it ends up with the idea of doing something. But I feel a shift too. I feel more determined to put my ideas into being, into the world. It's a strange sensation. It is almost like my aura is cleansed and giving way for a new beginning where I can begin to release my creativity. I am also starting to let go of the future. There's no use in planning too much. Maybe doing that will close another door because I am so focused on what I have planned."
There is a chance that we have a tendency to think things to death. Somehow we stop ourselves before we even get started. We think about where to begin, but maybe there is no place to begin. It is just starting and letting the road show itself to us? When I think about it, it sounds so good, but doing it is something else. I feel that I don't get down into anything. It is just words. What is it that I want to say? What is important? Is it having the dream or is it making the dream come alive? Maybe it is both. I was thinking about it. I know I want to write, but I don't know in what form the writing will come. And for now I am fine with it. I am fine with not knowing, but that doesn't mean that I won't write. I love writing. Just letting myself go like now, writing these slugs, I love it. Just not trying to think about what to write, just write what lies at the end of my fingertips in a way. I like that. And the more I do it, the more clearly things will become. I still write about the same things, nothing changes but I still love it. Just seeing the words float unto the screen. Letting myself go. I will continue to explore. Not putting a name on anything. Just writing.
"I am thinking about what to do this summer every single day now. Not every single minute but close enough. Now the trap is that it stays on the thinking level. It is a necessary step, but I have a tendency to stay there. That it ends up with the idea of doing something. But I feel a shift too. I feel more determined to put my ideas into being, into the world. It's a strange sensation. It is almost like my aura is cleansed and giving way for a new beginning where I can begin to release my creativity. I am also starting to let go of the future. There's no use in planning too much. Maybe doing that will close another door because I am so focused on what I have planned."
There is a chance that we have a tendency to think things to death. Somehow we stop ourselves before we even get started. We think about where to begin, but maybe there is no place to begin. It is just starting and letting the road show itself to us? When I think about it, it sounds so good, but doing it is something else. I feel that I don't get down into anything. It is just words. What is it that I want to say? What is important? Is it having the dream or is it making the dream come alive? Maybe it is both. I was thinking about it. I know I want to write, but I don't know in what form the writing will come. And for now I am fine with it. I am fine with not knowing, but that doesn't mean that I won't write. I love writing. Just letting myself go like now, writing these slugs, I love it. Just not trying to think about what to write, just write what lies at the end of my fingertips in a way. I like that. And the more I do it, the more clearly things will become. I still write about the same things, nothing changes but I still love it. Just seeing the words float unto the screen. Letting myself go. I will continue to explore. Not putting a name on anything. Just writing.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
I was just thinking about maybe making a kind of soundtrack. Songs that make stories appear and maybe out of them there could be a continuing story... I at least have to find something that could bring out something to work on. Maybe that is what I need to do this summer. Figure out what I want to write about. I was ask the question not long ago what I want to write. And my answer was a mix between Tolkien, Helen Fielding (Bridget Jones) and Paulo Coelho. That could definitely be interesting:) Tolkien bringing the fantastic and the imagination into the work, Bridget Jones with the funny and often strange way of viewing life, and Paulo Coelho with the more mysterious and spiritual part.
Maybe I should find some songs and put them on my MP3 player, and listen to them over and over. And then make a document for each of them and just try to develop some short stories from each of them... Maybe. It would be an experiement and something to work with. Maybe there would be some similarities. Remember I told you about that Gåte song, Liti Kjersti. That I wanted to write something that felt like that song. Different songs put you in different moods. I love to have some sort of soundtrack... It would be a good experiment at least. And a way to try to tap into my imagination.
I know I love the extraordinary. I love symbols and the search for the extraordinary, those deeper things that makes life come alive.
I wrote this sentence the other day: It's something so great that once you've seen it, you'll never be the same again. I guess that is why I am so fascinated by the spiritual and sacredness of this world. Because there are so many things in the world that we cannot understand but still there is so much we can sense and many people (including myself) doubt it and think that maybe it is only in their heads. That their mind is playing tricks on them. There are so many stories told of ordinary people experiencing strange and unexplainable things that I believe it cannot be a mindtrick. There is something great out there. And inside of us all. I want to explore the unknown worlds, the unknown dimension of this world. I think I have known what I want to write about for years, I just need to find out how. I just have to experiment with it. Maybe that is why I so often end up writing what is going on inside the characters head, because that is where my stories are... I don't know.
But one thing I do know is that I will eventually figure it out. It gives me such pleasure just sitting in front of the computer writing this. I love to write. I am passionate about it. And I just need to do it, and eventually I will get a "homerun"... Then every story I have will come out and manifest itself. I need to believe so:) IT IS NOT JUST A DREAM. IT IS REALITY. MY REALITY...
Maybe I should find some songs and put them on my MP3 player, and listen to them over and over. And then make a document for each of them and just try to develop some short stories from each of them... Maybe. It would be an experiement and something to work with. Maybe there would be some similarities. Remember I told you about that Gåte song, Liti Kjersti. That I wanted to write something that felt like that song. Different songs put you in different moods. I love to have some sort of soundtrack... It would be a good experiment at least. And a way to try to tap into my imagination.
I know I love the extraordinary. I love symbols and the search for the extraordinary, those deeper things that makes life come alive.
I wrote this sentence the other day: It's something so great that once you've seen it, you'll never be the same again. I guess that is why I am so fascinated by the spiritual and sacredness of this world. Because there are so many things in the world that we cannot understand but still there is so much we can sense and many people (including myself) doubt it and think that maybe it is only in their heads. That their mind is playing tricks on them. There are so many stories told of ordinary people experiencing strange and unexplainable things that I believe it cannot be a mindtrick. There is something great out there. And inside of us all. I want to explore the unknown worlds, the unknown dimension of this world. I think I have known what I want to write about for years, I just need to find out how. I just have to experiment with it. Maybe that is why I so often end up writing what is going on inside the characters head, because that is where my stories are... I don't know.
But one thing I do know is that I will eventually figure it out. It gives me such pleasure just sitting in front of the computer writing this. I love to write. I am passionate about it. And I just need to do it, and eventually I will get a "homerun"... Then every story I have will come out and manifest itself. I need to believe so:) IT IS NOT JUST A DREAM. IT IS REALITY. MY REALITY...
You Are Impressionism |
You think the world is quite beautiful, especially if you look at it in new and interesting ways. You tend to focus on color and movement in art. For you, seeing the big picture is much more important than recording every little detail. You can find inspiration anywhere... especially from nature. |
Friday, June 01, 2007
I know what to do this summer...
I have two things I want to do this summer, and one thing I have to do.
The things I want to do is:
make art and write.
The thing I have to do is to clean up my appartment and make it into a place of creativity and tranquility, make it into a home.
These things should be manageable. I cannot put of making my appartment a home anymore. I need to have an environment which works for me and not against me. I think it is making me tired and without energy. It is holding me back. It is a symbol of what has been and it stops me from moving forward... That is perhaps the most important task for summer.
In painting, I would love to paint more human figures. Doesn't have to be the most figurative, but still bodies and faces.
I still don't know about what I want to write. Had I known that I would have started already. So I guess what I want to do is try to get a clearer picture on what it might be.
The things I want to do is:
make art and write.
The thing I have to do is to clean up my appartment and make it into a place of creativity and tranquility, make it into a home.
These things should be manageable. I cannot put of making my appartment a home anymore. I need to have an environment which works for me and not against me. I think it is making me tired and without energy. It is holding me back. It is a symbol of what has been and it stops me from moving forward... That is perhaps the most important task for summer.
In painting, I would love to paint more human figures. Doesn't have to be the most figurative, but still bodies and faces.
I still don't know about what I want to write. Had I known that I would have started already. So I guess what I want to do is try to get a clearer picture on what it might be.
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