Pebbled roads
Oslo

Pebbled roads

  I am an observer in constant move I dance and I sing I laugh and I cry I walk on pebbled roads and cloudy skies Is it too late to understand Is it too early to start all over…

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Sleep, early mornings and aloneness
Oslo

Sleep, early mornings and aloneness

Thursday, first day of snow in Oslo. A white city reveals itself before my eyes and I cannot stop thinking that snow reminds me that today is a white page, a new page, the first day of the rest of…

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The Little Prince
Oslo

The Little Prince

Your eyes may be open but your heart is sleeping You think it’s awake but it sleeps My eyes are closed and my restless heart awake What looks like an obstacle to you is a cloud of joy to me…

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Gratitude and Acceptance
Oslo

Gratitude and Acceptance

I am on the plane back from Istanbul to Oslo. Flying through the clouds and listening to Tokio Myers “Our Generation” album in an attempt to isolate the noises around me and concentrate on my Monday’s blog writing. So what…

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Age & The pressure To Fill The Mold
Oslo

Age & The pressure To Fill The Mold

The pressure to fill the mold, can you feel it? I believe you do. Most of you. I think it started slowly back in school and it completely transformed you. By the time you are a certain age you start…

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