I left Hovdala in the best of moods, heading for Magle, the water and the birds. I imagined the strong cold and the water would make some grand mist.
Driving down the narrow road I saw the sun throwing diamonds my way…
…so, I stopped to collect them…
…and I became very rich…
And, richer I would be, further along the road – at Magle.
The mist had risen from some parts of the ponds, but at the far end – it hadn’t yet. It took me some time to get there though, as only the footprints of one single person were there before mine.
I certainly was richly rewarded. As the sun slowly warmed up the air – unveiling the ducks, swans and cormorants. A heron gliding low in the mist.
The mute swans were showing off their beauty, while the ducks seemed busy just staying warm.
I was looking for the whooper swans, but they were not there. Following the path further on, I finally found them.
Three of them were balancing on the thin ice – while finishing their morning toilet.
The bench where I usually rest, birdwatching, was not very useful today…
Looking back a last time, I realized this was the finest winter day this year. Hopefully there will be some more diamonds to collect this winter… I enjoy being rich.
I could have written about yesterday’s heightened terror alarm in my country; I could have written about the new article on restistant bacteria; I could have written about the war – in so many countries and places in the world. But I will not do that. We are full up.
I support people every day. I need positive energy. We all do. I want to listen to the children and the young. I read articles on people miraculously saved, people who are coming back to life, children who have this life energy despite the world.
Yesterday on TV (I seldom watch TV, but have done so now to follow the terror attacks abroad and the news from our government), there was this young boy, aged 9, whose hands and face had been badly burnt when he was 5. Now he had met his idol, a young singer who also had been severely burnt some years ago, in a train accident – Axel Schylström, 23.
The boy, whose name I do not remember as I came in late in the program, was interviewed on his thoughts about what had happened to him, and how he had tackled his fate. And, what did he think about meeting his idol and why was Axel his idol?
The boy was only 5 when this happened…and at first it was very difficult for him – face and hands badly burnt. Now, he says, he loves playing TV- and computer games with his friends and in fact life is rather good. He has been operated on several times, and luckily his eyes are working and he can use his hands. He is smiling. ”Sometimes people look at me, but I have got used to it”, he says. ”I think that if they wonder what has happened to me – they should ask!”
So, he met his idol, Axel, a singer on the rise, and told the reporter afterwards that you can do anything despite what has happened to you. Axel is a living example of that.
Calm and too early grown-up, this 9-year-old looks into the camera and says: ”You don’t change because of this, you know, inside you are the same guy.”
Bild: Daniel Ohlsson/TV4 , Axel Schylström
Victory. What does this word make you think of? Most certainly sports, maybe you have stopped smoking or drinking, Maybe you survived a dreadful accident or conquered cancer.
My Victory might seem a small one, but to me, very significant. I belong to those middle aged people who were raised always to do their duty, to work until your task is finished, to stand up for what is right and seldom (never) complain.
Many things change during a lifetime. And that’s life, of course. Today, my parents are getting old, friends are getting incurable diseases – even die. Dear colleagues are leaving due to the work situation and because of retirement. Students are changing – the world is changing.
I am not there yet – not even on the threshold of retirement. But. Many personal things during the last two years have taken its toll. I felt tired and without enthusiasm this spring. Should I really work until the bitter end? No time for my ageing parents? No time for family, friends or myself? Nobody knows their time span – I might get run over by a bus tomorrow…
This thinking began to envelop me, and I checked my financial status as well as consulting my school on the possibility of taking a year off. And I did it. Despite my love for my students, my love for my colleagues and for my work. A hard decision to make, but when I finally had decided, everything felt as it should. Really good. Like a jigsaw puzzle coming together, displaying its flawless pattern. I can compare this to when I decided to stay at home with my children for five years when they were small. I felt I must not die having made too many wrong decisions, I must do as much as I can for my family. And this time also for myself. I needed to find that ”real self” I used to be satisfied with: Nonstressed, calm, energetic and creative. Listening and caretaking. The person I once was.
For Cee’s Sense of Smell, coffee would have been my first choice, then flowers and soft rain on leaves…but all of them nicely taken! So…another favourite of mine is this – biking home in late evening through fields full of delicious rolls.
Habits work through the senses – join in Cee’s challenge this week and find out more about yourself! I have chosen the positive alternatives: Good.
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Seeing – Nature. Today’s Autumn colours
Touching – My dogs. Only Totti now.
Hearing – Bird song. Waking up to an early morning thrush.
Tasting – Wild berries like these blackberries, newly picked.
Smelling – Flowers like lavender, roses and honeysuckle
So what do these habits tell about me?
I’m afraid I’m not a natural early bird – but I have learned over the years. If I know I have to go to work or catch a flight or photograph something spectacular. I will be. An early bird. I have never regretted any early morning…
Leya 
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