Keep on climbing.

There is a book about Dalai Lama called “The art of happiness”. In this book he claim that happiness and love is our root of mind. Our natural state of mind. So why is it so hard? Why are we experts in creating problems? Why is it so hard to love yourself? And if it…

But still…

The sun is bigger than the earth. But still there are people with cold hearts. There are so much love in circle of life. But still there are people never felt loved. There are so many hands to hold. Still there are some never been holden. The humans were created from the same roots. But…

Beyond.

∴ I didn’t know what I was looking for. I didn’t have a coloring word for it. I didn’t have a clue what the feeling for it might be. The teasing in just knowing there was something, was chewing at me inside. I was building a concept. The concept and profile of being the human…

Without.

Suddenly worth or opinion didn’t matter. The shape or the meaning of it. I just observed and saw the ground of it all. The striped of, naked simplicity. I put now words into it. No rating. No color. It is what it is. Just a tingling nerve, creating a new way. The unread page.  

Love to my belly.

Last days has been an adventure. My focus this week was my stomach. Deep belly breathing. Also I have been using this trigger balls that you can put on different places on the stomach. Lean on the floor and let them melt into you. So much tension that releases!! So much new, different feelings that arrives….

Still I Rise.

♥ For all you women out there. Keep on rising. I bow for you my sisters. ♥ Still I Rise by Maya Angelou “You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why…

We like it raw!

We like it raw! Ida is one of my most inspiring women I know. One super women! She has so much joy and love for what she does. Always a smile on her face and one laughter that just make you melt. Ida, Magda and I are three women that works together at Ida´s raw kitchen…

Dancing the breeze.

∴ Come yellow wind I give you my gentle skin Hard rubbing shoes Still walking Deep, healing voice Still talking Drinking gold Be with me Ground my bones Come yellow wind Time running trough my breath Creating color Moving towards the sun Virgin flower Take me yellow wind Reflection of my crystal water I am…

Walking trough tears into waterfalls.

Walking trough tears into waterfalls. Landing in a deep circle of not knowing anything. What do I truly know. Do I want to know. Do anyone truly knows my heart? Am I longing for someone to do so. Am I believing in truly knowing, Or is it just beauty in the searching? Am I longing?…

Sun breaks the ice, the spring arrives.

♦ I am jealous of the rain. The rain that falls over you. I am jealous of the dark that holds you in the night. I am jealous of the love that shines you so bright. I whisper to you like the sun breaks the ice when the spring arrives. My Whisper travels with my…

Bring me higher love.

“Think about it, there must be higher love Down in the heart and in the stars above, Without it, life is wasted time. Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine Things look so bad everywhere In this whole world, what’s fair? We walk blind and we try to see Falling behind in what could…

Ayurveda Workshop

Come and join me in a Ayurvedic Workshop! For three hours we will dive into the philosophy about Ayurveda, do some tests, have a break with goodies and end it all with some Ayurveda Yoga! For more info klick, here. “Let your body inspire you to the searching of health”