Amélie goes to Belgrad

Dylika pärlor ska vi vara rädda om!

Pearls like these we should treasure!

Amélie goes to Belgrad

as the drama unfolds

the Puzzle

[Ane Brun: the Puzzle]

fields of gold

"Mom, get over here! Hurry! There's something here I think You might like!" he shouts with his nose almost to the ground, standing in a field of barley with deer flies attacking from every angle. Two years ago this field was a small forrest and here and there in the middle of it You can still find pieces of wood, root systems a s o...

... AND in these pieces of wood You can find... it turned out... LADYBIRDS! And not only a few!
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"Mamma, kom hit! Skynda dig! Här finns något jag tror du skulle gilla!" ropar han med näsan nästan i backen, stående i en kornåker där älflugor attackerar från alla håll och kanter. Ännu för två år sedan växte det skog här och därför kan man lite varstans mitt i åkern fortfarande hitta bitar av träd och rotsystem...

... OCH i dessa träbitar kan man således hitta... visade det sig... NYCKELPIGOR! Och inte bara några få!

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stillness

Hi everybody. It's been a while and I'm aware. A lot has changed in my life during this summer/autumn and of all the things I've wanted to blog, not a lot has actually been "blogable". Is that an expression understandable to You? Yes. I'm sure.

I'm no longer married. I used to be, that is to say: I was (we were) for almost fourteen years. I'm making this official now, at least on my behalf, because so many of You have been worrying and asking me about how I'm doing and what's going on etc.

These days though, I can of course only speak for myself, but I'm doing alright. Decisions like these are never easy to make, and hurting is most certainly part of it all - for everyone involved - but the best way to recover is I believe by moving forward. For me that means - as a good friend put it: "... by never forgetting You are first and foremost parents!"
and after that remembering this fact: the end of a marriage does not mean the end of love. Love can change it's form of expression - when allowed to continue it's excistense.

Photos shot by the Lake today as the unusally warm September

afternoon provided such stillness it was almost magical.