the river

Jag flyter på Kristus, floden.
Det lergula gyllene vattnet.
Jag knäpper mina händer ovanför mitt huvud.
Armarna formas till ett öga, ansiktet dess pupill.
Ur djupet av mina anletsdrag minns jag
resans fasta punkt;
rörelsen.

I float on Christ, the river.
The ochre golden water.
I fold my hands above my head.
Arms in the shape of an eye, face as a pupil.
From the depth of my features, remembrance
the secure spot of the journey;
the movement.

weekword: recycling

 

Oh my, I have so many takes on this weekword.
Elisabeth, host for one of my favorite places Textilspanieln, choose Recycling.
When starting to think about it my whole life is a recycle.
Such a beautiful word Recycle.

I do it all the time. 
I recycle bottles, crap, plastics, glas, paper, metal.
I recycle leftovers in our compost. (I love the compost)
I recycle seeds from flowers and words from books.
I recycle the childrens clothes, recieve from older and give away to younger.
I recycle my art.
I recycle traditions.
I recycle my thoughts, my memories, my love.
I recycle knowledge, recieve from older and give away to younger.
I recycle compation, light, energy.
I recycle the way I move, dance, love.
I recycle the way of being as a human being.
I recycle my craft, my voice, my head.
I recycle the way I tease.
I recycle my humour, my fears, my tears, my sorrow.
I recycle my smile, yet every smile is new.
I recycle the choice I have of doing good in every second.
I recycle the colour of wisdom, the air I breath, the strength of my muscles and my recipes.
I recycle the cycle of Time and the cycle of Life.

I am a cycle in the cycle of God and so are We.
Please recycle me.

ljus / candle

Jag har smugit in i trötthet

i trötthet bor tystnad

en öronbedövande tystnad

en öronbedövande trötthet

en trött tystnad

en bön

jag vet att ljuset vaktar min dröm

en öronbedövande dröm

en drömd tystnad

en tyst dröm.

I´ve sneaked in to tiredness

in tiredness silence lives

a deafening silence

a deafening tiredness

a tired silence

a prayer

I know that candles guard my dream

a deafening dream

a dreamed silence

a silent dream.

Lyssna / Listen to: Melanie Safka with "Candles in the rain".

Can´t but love her!

weekword: nothing

Nothing much?

today there WILL be much of nothing
and we´re doing it for nothing...

nothing IS fancy, it´s nothing fancy

and nothing IS peculiar.

because Nothing holds Everything,

Everything includes also Nothing.

If You have nothing on Your mind, anything can happen.

.

Nothing is the beginning, the end

in nothing You can sence eternity.

Nothing is

the bridge

to it all.

all included.

.

Do visit my weekword friends

today they will give You nothing!

Sarapirat and her adventures, Textilspanieln, Upside down bee, nathalie et cetera, et lille oejeblik, vejacecilia, fruenswerk, just a humble bee

.

and please jump in, from where You stand I would love to here about nothing.

Just leave me a comment and I´ll count You in.

.

Lovely Aimee at Artsyville will lead the way next week, I´m so looking forward to it!

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nothing more?

oh, yes, a song that I´ve been hearing in my head ever since I started to think about nothing this week.

Nothing compares to You.

rewind

Idag tryckte jag på rewind.
Idag fotograferade jag i urval ur mina gamla skissböcker, det gav mig distans och genom linsen klev den gamla skissen in i nuet.
Idag såg jag mina gamla anteckningar och skisser i nytt Ljus.

från anteckningsboken:
Hennes ansikte
såg ut som lera
som om någon
hastigt format det
Som att om jag rörde
vid det, skulle kinden
följa med i
min smekning.

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Arbete = Bröd

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Ännu inget svar
Hafv förtröstan.


Today I pressed rewind.
Today I photographed a selection from my old sketch books, it gave me a distance and through the lens the old sketch walked into the present.
Today I saw my old notes and sketches through a new Light.

from the note book:
Her face
looked like clay
as if someone
hastily had shaped it
As if I touched
up on it, the cheek
would follow in
my caress.

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Work = Bread

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Yet no answer.
Have fatih.

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