Perhaps I am drawn to death because I learned how to walk on a graveyard. There is a picture of me, waddling happily between tombstones, bright blue onesie, pink shoes, my first pair. As a one-and-a-half year old I was still tied to what was below me. I knew the taste of dirt in my …
On Reading and Writing Poetry
This is a blog post on my love for poetry and my fear of writing it. When it comes to writing, there is nothing I am more afraid of than poetry. I write essays and reportings and academic papers, proposals and pitches. I write blog posts and morning pages (What's that, you wonder? Unpaid link). …
Under The Weather
It started snowing early this morning. Not the thick kind of snow that covers everything from one minute to another. The snow of this morning is shy, the flakes small, almost as if they are in a trial phase. Do we dare? Half an hour later they stop, only to start again. Let’s try again. …
120 days of summer
Summer in Norway is no time for idle contemplation. The days are endless, the entirety of the season is short, however, and there is no time to lose. You do not sit down to reflect in summer, especially on a farm. Summer is the time of growth. All the small plants need to go into …
Tales of Dandelion Spaghetti and Seagull Serenading
It has been quiet on this blog for the last couple of weeks. So either "quiet is the new loud" as the Kings of Convenience stated – and they are Norwegian, so they must know. Or I got something cooking, something that is so completely and utterly occupying that no time could be found to …
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On watering lettuce and letting go
There is nothing I find more soothing than to observe someone do work chores. The type of task that someone can do in their sleep, because they have done it for a long time, because they are good at it, or because it is a rather monotone type of work. When I am sick and …
I am exactly where I need to be
When I set out on this adventure I called a personal climate strike, I thought I knew exactly what I was doing. Family, friends, colleagues kept asking about the plan – it’s a reasonable question and my answer was ready-made. I was on a mission and I used the big guns: the spiraling ecological crisis, …
It’s ok to feel vulnerable
I started this post listing all the facts and drastic measurements that were implemented in Norway in order to stop the spread of COVID-19. I wanted to give you a proper update on what is going on here, up north. Norway is just as much in crisis mode as all the other European countries, with …
Environmentalism and Eco Consciousness in Norway
Living in Germany for a lot of people means to look at the nordic countries – Denmark, Sweden, Finland, Norway and Iceland – with a mixture of awe, jealousy and romanticisation. The usual comments go like this: "It's cold up there but have you seen their wellfare system?" "Look at the schools, they have a …
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Body, have I been good to you?
Working on a farm lets me experience and consequently makes me think a lot about manual work. I once was sort of a manual worker, although you might not call it that way, and that was when I was in a training program to become a dancer. I spent some years of my childhood and …