Me and my little family went out into the forest today.
We were just going to be with the «silence of the nature»
I open the car door and felt the clean energy of the forest fill me up immediately.
I looked down on the ground where I was just about to put my foot down. There on the ground, there were many ants, so there was one jump and bounce and Lillian was safely on a rock.
My husband understood he didn’t have to ask me for help, and he fixed everything. My son laughed and looked at me and we laughed even more.
I spend some time on an outside meditation and looking curiously at my husband. Our son and he was fishing.
My mind never rest and words and pictures begin to take shape. I have to write down the words and enter wildly on the phone.
I meet the gaze of my husband and his bright blue eyes sparkles towards me. He has already been tan and his strong arms pulsating towards me .
He reads my body language and how I smile at him. He understands what happens in my heart and mind.
I sit on the stone and write and put a strawberry into my mouth.
He comes to me, whispers something in mye ear, and I love it when he does that. I hide the rest of the strawberries.
I grab his arms and put them around me and I felt his heart rhythm.
I did not finish the poem..but I got the forest’s clean air in my lungs, the water’s energy and be with those who mean everything to me.
..and I have smiled and laughed a lot ..
We get a trout, who came home with us.
And I… I know what to do with the rest of the strawberries tonight 😉
I am honered and very grateful to suppory the journey of your idea, The Traveling Blog Journal.
You can read about each destination of the blog’s journey in her profile. It is nice that we share more from our countries, spread the words – check it out.
I want to send a special greeting to Julie Krupp who is the author behind the juliekrupp.com who send me this journey.
Thank you so much,
This will be a challenge to choose from my country, it has so much to offer.
Thank you from the depths of my heart for your lovely kind words about me and my art🦋
I hope my readers visit your blog and I’m sure they will be more wise, inspired and motivated to more things by reading your postes.
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Norway
Lofoten North Norway
The world’s largest deepwater coral reef is Norwegian
And located outside Lofoten.
Salmon sushi
Salmon sushi is Norwegian
In the early 80s, Norwegian exporters introduced salmon to Japanese sushi chefs, but it did not become very popular until the mid-90s.
The word Fuck is Norwegian
Fuck comes from Old Norse «fukka», which meant having intercourse.
Jan Mayen
Norway is the largest outside Norway
Queen Mauds Land is 2.7 million square kilometers, Svalbard is 61,000 square kilometers, Peter In Island is 154 square kilometers and Jan Mayen is 377 square kilometers. Norway is otherwise 385,000 square kilometers.
Svalbard -North light -aurora borealis-Svalbard
Svalbard
Norway is known for its adventurers who walk land and beach around and to pole to pole.
North Norway Arctic Circle
Norway is known for its poets, musicians, writers and artists. Many do international careers and many live around the world.
Norway also makes its mark in sports, ranging from winter sports to chess.
Arctic Circle
Northern Norway is also known as the land of the Midnight Sun, when the country is partly north of the Arctic Circle.
Midnight sun
We also have a very rich wildlife.
Norwegian wolfI feel blessed by living in the middle of nature and experiencing the animals this way.Norwegian moose
Norwegian river Stor elvdal
Norway is known for its wild nature, with rivers and extreme sports such as rafting.
Full moon at my home
Norway is known for being the home of gnomes and trolls, keychains and Huldra and elves, gnomes, witches and wizards. It’s just the imagination that sets limits.
Dette er et bilde av nærheten der jeg bor.
You never know when the elves or Huldra dance into the shadows of the forest’s adventure…
Ringebufjellet
Many people use the mountain in Norway both summer and winter.
Known for ir’s spectacular nature with the wild reindeer protected.
Sunset at my home.
Norway is so much more. I recommend traveling here once if you can. Seeing and experiencing yourself, sensing and feeling, and maybe you are the lucky one to meet Orkidedatter🦋
I want to end this little journey from my country with a poem:
Norway🇳🇴
When I see you as my country, Norway
with beautiful mountains and deep
fjords
wild and beautiful and friendly and love
I feel a joy where the Norwegian birch
forest meets my eyes
and in myself I know deeply of the quiet
forest and the great sea
the shadows shining on the silence of the
water in the colorful fairway of the
sunset
beautiful meadows with flowers put
their evening dew in their robes
a summer night with the northern lights
dancing in the sky and my spirit resting
in the breeze of the Norwegian wind.
🦋
-Lillian-
I am sending this Traveling Blog Journal to it’s next lucky host, Steve, who is the author behind the https://stevescountry.com
I love to hear about your country.
Steve is a wonderful soul with a heart of gold, and I really appreciate his blog.
His pictures is lovely and with his words he creates magic and I relax with a good cup of coffee.
Happy birthday Norway and everyone who is living in this beautiful country full of its charm with mountains and fjords, sea and oceans and an adventure of forest and nature there all fairy tales of trolls, elves and gnomes live.
When I see you as my country, Norway
with beautiful mountains and deep
fjords
wild and beautiful and friendly and love
I feel a joy where the Norwegian birch
forest meets my eyes
and in myself I know deeply of the quiet
forest and the great sea
the shadows shining on the silence of the
water in the colorful fairway of the
sunset
beautiful meadows with flowers put
their evening dew in their robes
a summer night with the northern lights
dancing in the sky and my spirit resting
in the breeze of the Norwegian wind.
🦋
-Orkidedatter-
I will make me a great day, and I log off to celebrate with those who mean everything to me❤️
It was a bit cloudy in the mountains today, but it does not stop Lillian from an outdoor meditation.
I sit down on a stone, feel like I get in touch with Mother Earth and listen to the sounds. The silence is the right word, but it is only broken by the stream running next to me.
First, I take a look at the stream that trickles. Look at the water and the patterns in it. I see the stones on the bottom and it flows.
I close my eyes and my soul goes on adventure.
I stand on the highest mountain and look down on the dense deep forest and cry out loud over mountains, plains, fjords and other fauna. «I managed it» …
I see for myself the «ladder» I have climbed up and down so many times. When I have climbed a step up, I have fallen three steps down again.
The road from the abyss and just getting the «head over the water» has been a battle on my own.
I imagine the steep and slippery mountainsides where nothing has been used.
Then it has been to walk sideways a good distance with the ladder on the back which weighs extra.
Sleeping and heavy it has been, where mouse steps have become a nightmare and I just want wings like a bird so I can escape over the challenging mountains I have in front of me.
Again, I want to welcome my thoughts as if they are guests in my house with me. Taking them kindly in and when it’s time to go, I say goodbye and close the door.
In the mountains far in the big wide tundra she feels small. If Mother Earth decides to shake a little, she has no other choice to join in on what’s happening and let fate determine the outcome.
She sees so far the eye can reach, and the sun shines from the most beautiful blue sky. With paper and pencil she has next to her, she lays down in the snow.
She makes a snow angel … and embraces herself with the energy of nature.
The blue sky reminds her that there is no end, nor any start up there, but a whole eternity. She closes her eyes and feels.
Feeling the force of her heartbeat and her Viking blood running in her vains.
Her blood bubbles and she can feel the presence of something she doesn’t know.
Only her imagination can put an end to her dreams ..
Music notes appear as a movie in her head. Every note has its sound, every sound has its picture and every picture gives her a word …
Where the ancestors have settled from the old times it gives her roots from a time she has not seen, but which she can only feel.
The meditation helps her to sense the nature and it feels like home.
Far down there she can hear the sound of Norway’s longest river. It crumbles, rush and flows like in a rosewood thirst for water.
At the end of the long miles it runs into the ocean and becomes one with the world.
She feels lucky to experience this. It smells like winter and spring. A summer mood at the bottom of the river where withered leaves turns into grass and moss.
Where the little sprouts of the trees and flowers are fighting for life to flourish. Everything will come to life after King Winter’s farewell.
She’s finished now, and thanks her spirit and soul, and thanks Mother Earth for this time. She knows she’s coming back in the summer. With a hope to flourish like the mountain in hope and faith.
At home in the sunset, she is grateful. She writes it down in a book she calls «Orchid Garden». Here she fills up the blank sheets with positive things and experiences.
She sits quietly until the sun has gone completely down. She can still feel the warmth of the sunset that spreads her colors around the world with a prayer to all of us for love.
In the sunrise the next morning there is a new day …
It’s quiet, only the birds that chirp a jolly song break the silence. Only the trees in her garden whiz a gently good morning and flutter with their big branches so her hair flutters.
She always has pen and paper with her, and this time she writes the notes in her mind in the form of a poem and she has her paint brush and colors ready.
What turns into life in her drawing book will she discover soon…
I am at my cabin on Easter holiday, and it is lovely weather.
Bring the dogs out for a walk down the river is like cleaning my soul.
To listen to the water that trickles and look at the clear ice water where the snow has melted makes me grateful to be able to experience just that.
The sun warms and I can glimpse the autumn’s old foliage that protrudes under the snow.
I play with one of my dogs and all the peace. The only thing that breaks the silence is the bird whites from the little birds in the trees and the great white majestic swans in the water.
The water sparcles in the sun from the opening in the ice and it is as if nature is talking to me. The water tells a story that comes to life in my mind.
I go back to my cabin. Produces pen and paper and puts me in the sofa corner and feels inspired to write s poem or write a short story or actually an erotic short story on this Saturday night.
I let the pen play over the paper …
I wish you all out there a wonderful Saturday, maybe it is Sunday where you live🦋
Under meditasjon har jeg lært meg aksept. Å lære det som er- når det er.
Det har tatt meg tid, men for meg er det en nøkkel til å godta meg og mine tanker og følelser.
Trene på å være bevisst oppmerksom. Trene mine sanser og tankemønstre.
Jeg tror det er flere som kjører oss fast i et tankemønster og dette blir en vond spiral. Jeg har det, men nå går det bedre.
Dette er ikke bare å skru av en knapp, fordi jeg har ingen slik knapp på min kropp.
Jeg øver på å ha kontakt med meg selv, og ikke sitte å se på lenger i mitt eget liv. Med dette mener jeg at det er bare jeg som kan endre hvordan jeg vil ha det. Med hjelp av ulike metoder mestrer jeg dette.
Jeg hadde bare ønsket at jeg kunne dette for lenge siden.
Meditasjon var et ord jeg bare hadde hørt og det samme var det med mindfulness.
Når jeg begynte for noen år siden å bli nysgjerrig på dette og få føle dette på min egen kropp, forstod jeg verdien av det.
Å være oppmerksom på det som skjer inni meg selv, observere mine tanker og følelser.
Tro.
-Orkidedatter-
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Meditation
During meditation I have learned acceptance. To learn what is when it is.
It has taken me time, but for me it’s a key to accepting me and my thoughts and feelings.
Exercise to be consciously aware. Exercise my senses and thought patterns.
I think there are several who drive us into a thought pattern and this becomes a bad spiral. I got it, but now it’s better.
This is not just turning off a button because I have no such button on my body.
I practice to have contact with myself and not to look any further in my own life. By this I mean that it is only me who can chang…
I had just wished I could do this long ago.
Meditation was a word I had only heard, and so was mindfulness.
When I began to be curious about this a few years ago and feel this on my own body, I understood the value of it.
To be aware of what is happening inside myself, observe my thoughts and feelings.
Orkidèdatter 