Loving

Hans whispered "I love You" in Noaks ear this morning.
And Noak whipered back in Dads ear:
"I love YOU. I love MOM and I love MYSELF."

P.S. I like the Loretta Lux pictures!

A very special foot


My dad was home alone one day
with his brother Erik
as they saw their neighbours cow
that had come loose
in the vegetablegarden...

My dad didn´t see the rake
that laid there hidden in the tall grass
as they run out to fech the cow.

A stick of the rake went through my Dads bare little foot.




Some days later the Magnussons at Rudskogen
had a visitor Theodor Lundberg, who saw and thought
the vound through the foot
looked really ugly
and recomended that my dad
ought to visit the hospital.

So it happened that my dad
came to town for the first time in his young life.
So it happened that little Gunnar got hospitilazed.




Every Monday his dad would come to see him
as he was in town for buisness
(selling ladders and flag-poles)

He was three years old at the time
and Gunnar still remembers how
he once tried to hide his fathers cap
hoping to make him stay with him.
Hoping his Father wouldn´t leave him.




Three months later
it was Christmas
and little Gunnar returned home
to his mother and his family...

On this picture you can
see my three year old son holding
my Dads foot.
And you still see the hole
the rake caused it
83 years ago.

It snowed here today
and my little walk
in Stockholms old town
was magic.



When you are to have YOUR walk
in Stockholms old town.
Don´t miss Ljunggrens Pappershandel
(Köpmannagatan 3)

(The two pictures are not mine)

going to That House

We lived in Arvika before.
Came here summer 2004
after lots of tears and fear of the big city.

In the passed days my man
has put up his recordingstudio
that was kept in boxes
ever since our move to Stockholm.

It is much more crowded/cluttered now
in our little apartment with all these gears
but believe me (in spite of that)
it feels so right and GOOD.

Yesterday a Kristina
with a very good voice/personality
recorded one song.
Today my man finished it.

And I feel:
we are one step closer to That House!

Because... not sure I´ve said this -
the dream I strive for; That House,
is actually a beautiful dress of a beautiful life.
I like to believe that once that that special life is a reality
the beautiful dress for it will somehow become reall as well.

And this is the life that is to fill That House;
"A creative and warm atmosphere with lots of things going on. Many people are spontaniously coming over just to be. I do not need to act the good hostess, because I am not. They are all WELCOME to hang around and share our life. We make music, photography, painting and much more. And we will be good at it. That House helps us become good at what we are doing. We will not have to worry, nor even think of finances. Somehow that takes care of itself. That house is full of life, light and beauty. Peace and activity."

The Visit

This is John and my son Noak.
And this is the first time
Noak brings a friend home
from kindergarden :-)

Brittas summer

The other day I visited my old Britta.
She toled me about
how wonderful her summer had been...
(At my previous visit she also mentioned
how great her summer was)

Britta was in England waching sheep.
She had been so happy there and singing all day
(although she says she can not sing)
She had come there on a big, big ferry.
It was wonderful!

I listened.


Then I toled her it is March now
we are approaching spring.
She has been in hospital
where she was in good hands
Britta had been content there.

During the last passed weeks
Britta have aged extremely much.

I toled her: "So in reall world you have not been to England".

"So I live in two worlds" she responded, smiling
She was very well understanding what I was telling her.

"Your summer in England feels very reall, doesn´t it?"
"Oh yes, very, very, very reall!"


Britta - November 13, 2007
Britta - December 13, 2007
Britta - February 13, 2008
Britta - April 24, 2008
Britta - June 17, 2008

He is sleeping now.

The "sucking-thing"
on his bottle broke
one day last week
= no more bottle of oatmilk
in bed before falling a sleep.

Not easy.

He cries easily and complains
he is tired but can´t sleep.

I am calming him, responding
he doesn´t have to worry:
"Sleep will come
without you having to do anything.
-Just FEEL how good it is laying here, my love!"