Beauty surrounds us

I don’t think I’ve ever experience the beauty of fall as I am this year. And I don’t think fall has gotten more beautiful – I think the change is in me. I’ve never been so aware, never taken the time, to look, to see the colors, the contrast, the smell, the vibrancy. The energy!fall love 1
I’ve become better calibrated. It’s like I’ve been fine tuned. My senses are functioning, on a whole new level. Whole heartedly.
I notice. I take it in. All of it.
For the first time, it feels as if I fully n o t i c e all the beauty that surrounds me.fall love 4

It’s been there before. Of that I am certain.
But it was never a part of my reality, in the way it is this year.
Because this year, my eyes have opened.
They take it all in, all that is, and always has been.
The texture, colors, smells, movement.
Wind. Sunshine. Dark clouds.
The heaven and earth.
fall love 5The withered hops in the allotment.
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The horse chestnut leaves, glowing orange.fall love 7

The black walnut tree. The bark, the lichen, the leaves. And the fruits!fall love 6

The last holly hock, smiling at me, as I pass it. I have to stop. I ask if I may take its portrait. Of course, it tells me, smiling.
I smile back.fall love 3

It feels as if a view has lifted off my eyes. And my heart.
As I take it all in, I can feel myself expand, my awareness, love and gratitude for the beauty of the world fill me up, every cell of me.

I love it.
See it.
And live it.

Do you notice the beauty that surround you?

Be reckless

I listened to Parker Palmer giving this commencement address to the graduating class at Naropa University, and several times I got goose bumps and shivers. For me, those have become telltale signs that there’s something important and/or very true being said/shared.

BoldomaticPost_Be-reckless-when-it-comes-toThe six suggestions Parker provides on living a life worth exploring are simple. And powerful. So powerful I feel an urge to split this recommendation into six consecutive blog posts.

The first suggestion is: Be reckless when it comes to affairs of the heart.

He urges us all to fall passionately in love with life. And to go boldly, not fearing the vulnerability that is a certain companion when living a life worth living. When we give of ourselves, there will be times when we risk getting hurt. But the alternative, of holding back, of not giving of ourselves, of not letting that happen through me, that is mine to give the world. That’s just too sad to even contemplate.

So – go out there, and be reckless. Love. Live. Create! Because if you are anything like me, you are more afraid of regretting what wasn’t done rather than that which was done, when lying on your death bed. Or?


Podcast 12/52 – why we are here!

Yesterday I had another one of those ”Wow, this podcast is so good, I want to listen to it again, as soon as I’m done listening to it the first time around”-moments, and the podcast that made me all excited was the One You feed-episode with Glennon Doyle Melton.

I found a lot of really significant passages in the conversation in this podcast, and a few of them went straight to my heart. One of them centers on the habit we have of not sharing our vulnerability with each other. Glennon tells a story of when she wrote a post on Facebook, sharing her vulnerability in 25 bullets. The response was amazing and supportive, but also, people dared to show their vulnerability with her, after she had shown her. And she was struck by the fact that people she knew, she only really thought she knew, because there was so much pain and hard experiences in their life, that they had never shared with her. She shares her reaction to this, in the podcast:

I was pissed! Because what are we doing? Why are we even calling each other friends? We sit together and we’re talking about things that do not matter, and you’re in so much pain, and I have the same pain. This just gotta be what we’re here for: to talk about this stuff! 

hold backNow, why is it like that? Why do we barely go skin-deep? Why is it so hard to be vulnerable? Why do we hold back, from sharing our pains, losses, grievances, but also our joys, tender moments and highest wishes and dreams? And why do we believe the mind-made monsters about what will happen if we are wholehearted and vulnerable, when  in my experience, usually it’s the opposite. Yes, there will be haters, but haters will be haters, to quote Taylor Swift, and why should we (or I) let that stop me? And what I have received in love and connection on account of opening up and being vulnerable, far surpasses the ”hate-responses”.

And still. I hold back. I shy away. I hold my tongue, for fear of the reaction, even though I know that if someone came to me with what I am dying to share, I would open my arms and heart and just hold a space for whomever it was who shared their vulnerability. Why don’t I think others would do the same for me? Isn’t that why we are here?


Rebirthed from and to love – graduation day of SCA2014

So, it’s time. The nine months of Supercoach Academy are up, and I just woke up to the last and final day of this last weekend, entitled Integration & Expansion. It’s been a journey that has me in awe of the gifts of human beings, because my classmates here – and there’s like 70 plus of us – are just amazing.

Some of them I have barely talked to, this being such a large group, but I love them anyway. Some of them I’ve shared a talk or a break out session with, and I’ve gotten to know a little something of them. Then there’s the rest, that have actually touched my heart, and will forever be held close to it.

But you know what, I love them all, regardless of how close to my heart they have come (I have let them?). In fact, this whole weekend has me feeling like I am being reborn, and this time honey, my heart and my love for all that is is coming out first. This love for all is the outermost part of me, it’s my new skin, it’s the cornea of my eyes. Hence, it’s the filter that will tint the way I perceive the world, putting the rose-tinted sheen of love on my experience of the world, which is how I’m creating my reality.

I love U

Strange. Out there. Nutty.
I know. I could easily label this feeling with words to that effect, and my experience of the world through the filter of love as being insane, as if I’m seriously loosing it, somehow. I could feel that way, if I try to make sense of it, and put a label on it.

But then again, why should I? I don’t have to make sense of this, I can just do what I am doing, and that is to go with it. Going with the sensation of looking at each and everyone of my classmates and just feeling the love of the universe flowing through me, out into the world.

And you know what? This would not be possible if I hadn’t first remembered what it’s like to love myself, something that has gradually awakened within me this past year or two. That process started before Supercoach Academy, but it sure got a kick into overdrive from this experience. I could not extend my love for all, if – at the center of this – I didn’t have my love for me.

I am curious about today, really looking forward to it, but even more so, I’m dying to go home to my family to look at them through my new cornea. I have no idea what difference it will make, I just know it will. I feel it already, and it’s like I’ve gotten a taste of something I know I’m gonna love to have more of.

That said, it’s time to make myself ready for today, and it has the feel of getting ready for my spiritual rebirth! I’m wowed. This is an amazing place to be, and I’m ever so grateful for getting to this state of mind on this particular day. I’m also really curious to know if anyone else has ever had a similar experience. Have you?

Angie, the sweetest dog alive!

When I stayed with my friends Max and Mary on Long Island for five days in the beginning of March, to kick-start the book-writing adventure that me and Max have initiated, I met Angie, the sweetest dog alive. Angie the Dog had a rough start, and was 20140429-140239.jpgrescued by Mary, who fell in love with her on first sight. Easy to understand! There are traces left of her rough start in life, but boy did she ensure she got the best family ever.

She’s a beagle, with something else thrown into the mix, apparent amongst other things in her slightly longer-than-normal ears, according to Mary, who’s the beagle expert.

And those ears. The softest ears I’ve ever cuddled. Cats have that softness at the very base of their ears, and many dogs as well, but all of Angies ears were just soft as velvet. 20140429-140249.jpg

As you can see, Angie the Dog is a very gentle soul, and I gues that’s why she and Mary hit it off so perfectly, Mary being a gentle – and oh so marvellous! – soul herself.

Max and Mary made me feel right at home at their place, and Angie assisted them, but not in that in-your-face-way many dogs sport (or in-your-crotch for that matter), for which I am very happy, being a cat-person myself. 20140429-140422.jpgAfter I left I was told Angie kept looking for me for days. I miss her too, and I sure hope to meet up with her again someday!

Animals bring such joy to life, and I am grateful for having had many wonderful experiences with pets. Have you ever been touched in heart and soul by an animal?