Back in early August a guy backed his truck right into my Lexus and both passenger doors were damaged. I was just in the process of packing up all my worldly belongings and setting out on a journey to South America mid October, and this was a great inconvenience.
"I've lived several - at least three - full, and completely different, lives within this life. One week ago today, the previous one came full circle and a new began... an open road ahead. So grateful and happy. More shares to come..."
Gratitude - noun - the quality of being thankful; readiness to show appreciation for and to return kindness; the state of being grateful; from Latin grātus, pleasing.
Growing up in Sweden I wasn’t accustomed to the celebration of Thanksgiving. However, living here in the US, the idea of giving thanks has been powerful and I was curious as of its origin…
Today – like every day – You and your voice matters.
This election has uncovered so much of the thoughts and emotions still held in the collective American mind. So much fear is still prevalent… so much confusion and division.
October 9th, 2010, just after midnight.
I’m in deep deep sleep, far away from the daily human world… but there’s a persistent buzzing pulling me, Pulling me, PULLING me… then I feel Miguel’s hand pushing me to awake as well… reluctantly I return to a somewhat awake state and answer my insistently buzzing phone.
Fear... so dreaded & shunned.
So unwanted & judged.
Don’t be afraid of being afraid.
Don’t fear Fear.
Fear is ultimately your friend.
Pakistan Belgium, Paris, 9/11, Syria, Turkey, terrorism, war, suicide attacks, famine, domestic violence, gangs, contaminated water or no water at all, hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis, school shootings, chemical leaks, GMO, global warming, extinction of many species, trophy killing… an endless list.
Sitting in my back yard I can hear the airplanes dropping skydivers.
I hear the plane climbing to altitude, aligning up for the drop and then drastically slowing down for the skydivers to exit the plane, only to speed up again right after.
It’s another evening in front of the TV with my Mamma in her living room. Papa passed away some 10 years ago and she has her own quiet routine now.
It’s her time to go soon.
The doorbell rang and I answered. Outside stood two very proper policemen, asking if I was Lotta Larsson. I said yes, that is me.
I knew without any doubt that my friend, whom I had not been able to reach for the last few days, was dead… and I knew he had made a conscious choice to leave.
… and I was furious!
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