As We Travel

24/02/2021

“Travel opens your heart, broadens your mind and fills your life with stories to tell.”
Paula Bendfeldt

First trip to Romania 2021
Simona Hellen
| Luke |
A.W.T.

20/02/2021

"The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious.
If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door.
If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door."
| Clarissa Pinkola Estes

14/02/2021

14/02/2021

The Fisherman| Eat a Herring

𝙾𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍.
𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊.
𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗.
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚊.
𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝.
‘𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙.’
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢.
‘𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗.’
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑,’ 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕.
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚢.
‘𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.’
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠.
𝙵𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑.
𝙷𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍.
‘𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠?’
‘𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞.’
𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖.
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖?
‘𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.
𝙴𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢.
𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐.’
‘𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕?’
‘𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑
𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎.
𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎,
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗.’
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.
𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍.
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚠?
‘𝙰 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍,’ 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚗.
𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.
‘𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑?’ 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.
‘𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.’
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗.
‘𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗.’
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝.
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙!

23/01/2021

"We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are. They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives."

| Gary Zukav

09/01/2021

" Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.
The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
But yours,
is your ultimate
ART."
| Suzzy Kassem

01/01/2021

Painted Sky | 01/01/21

"Once you have tasted the taste of sky you will forever look up."
| Leonardo Da Vinci

01/01/2021

Hey, there!

May you fill your New Year with new adventures, accomplishments, and learnings!

Best wishes from us and we have two news:

The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot.

Stay safe and take care!

21/12/2020

The Singing of Swans is a remarkable narrative calling --even compelling-- us to connect with our own ancestral roots, to seek our own inner wisdom, and to reclaim our own inner voices!

| Anomis

17/12/2020

“Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow.”
– Swedish Proverb

|Anomis