"No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
paulo coelho
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
what i used to write
I've been reading some of my own blogs. Old posts. From years ago. I said some beautiful shit then even though I felt anything but. Beautiful, I mean. Shit I probably felt like a lot of those times. But I wrote some beautiful shit. Then.
Now I question my ability to get shit done. To get shit written. I stare myself blind at my faults as he kindly points them out just by being there. By loving what I used to hate. Now I question my ability to get shit done. Now when they're trying to convince me to do what I do best. Oh, I want to. For them. But I don't know if my best is good enough.
There's a balance in the universe. We're never cold at the same time. There's always someone to warm the other. Now I wonder if that does me any good. If that will be beautiful shit when I get it written down. I wonder if I can get that written down at all.
Years ago I wrote:
"Me being here is not an act of fate.
Do I write as an artist or a rebel?"
Now I wonder if I write as an artist or a lover?
Where is the rebel in me that creates the art I love so dearly?
What is a lover's tale?
//a.
Now I question my ability to get shit done. To get shit written. I stare myself blind at my faults as he kindly points them out just by being there. By loving what I used to hate. Now I question my ability to get shit done. Now when they're trying to convince me to do what I do best. Oh, I want to. For them. But I don't know if my best is good enough.
There's a balance in the universe. We're never cold at the same time. There's always someone to warm the other. Now I wonder if that does me any good. If that will be beautiful shit when I get it written down. I wonder if I can get that written down at all.
Years ago I wrote:
"Me being here is not an act of fate.
Do I write as an artist or a rebel?"
Now I wonder if I write as an artist or a lover?
Where is the rebel in me that creates the art I love so dearly?
What is a lover's tale?
//a.
Monday, December 07, 2009
Univocal Women


UNIVOCAL WOMEN is a joint effort between Anna Phoenix, Datle and Désirée Saarela. They played solo and together in a cosy livingroom environment last week. After Eight in Jakobstad and Skafferiet at Ritz in Vasa. Intimate and soulful. Three very different singer-songwriters, with three very similar messages. Love.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I am my own medication
Things are spinning fast and I'm finding my Self more solid and passionate than in a long time. I know who's to blame, and I'm glad it turned out this way. People are worrying about getting sick instead of not worrying, staying healthy and believing in the powers of their own bodies. And the powers of love.
I'm no guru. But I for one has not seen enough to believe whatever media is putting out there. Or maybe I've seen enough to not believe it all.
I know what I believe in. My Self.
I'm no guru. But I for one has not seen enough to believe whatever media is putting out there. Or maybe I've seen enough to not believe it all.
I know what I believe in. My Self.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
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