Here is yesterdays post in english
You welcome me every day if I want….
You give me wonderful experiences
Picture: me on «Bolten» Kjerag; The 1,110-metre (3,640 ft) tall mountain sits on the southern shore of the Lysefjorden, Norway
You are always there – not as tempting every day – but still you are there..
I am an eager user – a follower and a fan – I praise you to everyone!
I know I would not survive without you – both physically and mentally …..
It is with you I air my inner thoughts – those I dont share with anyone…
Me in a kajakk in Bergen, Norway by night
It is with you I can cry or laugh out loud!
It is with you I find my courage and my inner self again
It is with you a make the big decisions in life and get a grip on my priorities
It is with you I feel alive and religious
I was hiking up this mountain and took the picture looking down on Svolvær, north of Norway
It is with you I feel gratitude over life and all it has given me
You are beautiful and wild – you are hard and soft – you are cold and warm – you are dangerous and challenging – you are tiresome and easy – you are wonderful and rough – you are AMAZING!!!
I am madly in love with nature – a love that will never die!!
The beach in Koh Samet, Thailand
This is a poem I have written with inspiration from our beautiful nature and different seasons:
The spring has overslept – and stretches its arms
The white carpet has meltet away
the sun is in charge and is getting warm
Slowly the world is painted new, it happens today
The art is taming the sorrow;
behind death, lies a tomorrow
The summer has no end, so it feels
When its finally here
No one can believe that it will turn on its heels
and run back there?
The days has no end and the joy feels like stomach tingling
The little birds so eager and are happily singing
Totally fearless they are – not thinking of fall
but it will come , with no comfort – that we no all!
Yellow leafs in the wind lie
everything is coming to an end
The dark is deciding, the sun a begging sigh
It is painful to meet the sorrow – condolences we send
But sometimes death comes without the thorn
some are tired from life – when the first white flakes are born
The white carpet comes and hides whatever, you were told
the winter gives new chances, clean slates for some
Hibernation gives a pause, puts everything on hold
impatience is not a friend – wait for whats to come
we can walk together, But you have to know
Alone I must be, the very last steps before I let go
❤ ❤ ❤