Onze reis naar het Noorderlicht

To sit down and write seems another life. To muse over my life, to write it down and share it was once my thing. I feel the fairy powder has gone lost on me. Although nature here seems beyond a fairy magical land. I still feel sharing, a reply, a sigh, a story back gives life. I rather would sit around a campfire. Someone brings a guitar, a poem, some vegan marshmallows and more. People hardly have time for each other. Working, scrolling . . . I hear Daftpunks: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger in my head now. Success, even the fake one, has become an addiction. Making us blind and then when stressed, burn-out, unhappiness, depression from it, people are blaming it on the individual and not society. Full agenda’s have become socially rewarding. I started to believe in this as well or at least doubt myself a lot when I didn’t. I have no addictions besides my phone. (At least I am not scared being honest, though honesty can give a lot of negative feedback.) They may say: be yourself! But...

I could tell you about my 1,5 weeks trip through Finland. The many cities, airbnb’s, couchsurfing, our christmas lunch at people who were first strangers, the Rubik’s Cube competition my daughter participated at and where she got 9 pr’s (personal records), the conversation with a father who was astrophysicist and now is busy with AI, not the chat/gpt/online stuff, how different one can live, think and still have a true conversation, of finally more vegan food and even if Finland is way better in that, I still wouldn’t want to live there, and needing the mountains and the nature Norway is a lucky bastard to have. I can talk about much more, but only two things I want to truly share: Finland story 1. I have just finished two short mini studies: animal traces and tracking and wild picking. The first subject I will start this Happy New Year (to you) with the full course. The other somewhere in or after May, after the snow melts. For both courses being outdoors, in nature, is what is needed...