Onze reis naar het Noorderlicht

The moon is in its third quarter two days after seeing the magnificent Northern Lights . It still was not hundred percent dark yet at night and the moon was more full still, but for over half an hour we saw and were in awe by the beams of mostly green, a tiny bit of yellow and pink, forming, shaping, chancing over our house up in the high hills. I missed the bat my daughter saw flying over us, but anyway, it made it complete. The night has always been my most favorite part of the day. Most work, shops and people are inside or asleep. Finally rest! Nature takes over. Staring at the half-moon going to new moon, I think of those half empty, half full glasses phrases… Always blaming what you have been taught or heard most. Believing it says something about you, if you look at things in life positive or negative. I just see a half empty moon, that goes to half full moon after being a new one. It depends where life is taking you or how you are taking life. No judgement on someone's vie...

She walks through the water that reaches her ankle deep. She becomes smaller and smaller, the water stays at its same level. The image of this huge lake, my daughter small at the centre of the image, the rocks on this beach, the alternating sky full of cloud shapes and fragments of blue breathing. My bare legs and feet drying up, my hair washed in the lake still wet. My mothers heart is always awake. She is far away. She is free. Always am I ready to jump up. The mother-curse. Her freedom is for me to protect and for me never to rest. Realizing now we are more than two weeks on the road. Above the poolcirkel we rest. I hear the rushing of the wild river, just out of sight behind trees. In the distance I see patches of snow. The very little that is left and I am longing for more. The air is so breathable here, but the pollen is still in the way of making me all but not-tired. I long for a world covered in snow. Even Norway has been caught in upheating devastation. The questions have com...