Norwegian nature embraces her soul🦋

(This post is only in English)

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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.

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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.

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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 ..

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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.

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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…

-Orkidedatter-

«The Elfdance»🦋

(The «Elfdance»🦋 in English text after Norwegian)

Alltid når jeg var mindre ble jeg og søster`n min kalt for «søstrene sisters fra de stor dype skoger». Jeg husker at jeg som var den med lyst hår ble kalt for «Huldra» også samtidig, og kom til å knuse mang en mannehjerter.

Mye mystikk rundt «huldra» og jeg lekte ofte med tanken om henne. Hvorfor kunne ikke jeg være mystisk da? Åååhh, som jeg drømte meg bort. Mann? Neida, jeg kom da aldri til å få meg no mann… jeg som var så stygg, udugelig og dum. Så jeg fortsatte å drømme…

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Jeg var veldig glad i skogen og naturen når jeg var yngre også. Jeg tok meg ofte en tur i skogen alene, sanset med hele kroppen og brukte fantasien. Jeg opplevde at dyrene var like nysgjerrig på meg som jeg på dem.

Ofte var det hare, rev, ekorn eller rådyr som jeg observerte. En og annen elg var det til og med, men elgen hadde jeg veldig stor respekt for, så jeg tok stort sett beina fatt og kom meg hjem.

Jeg har respekt for de andre dyrene også, det var bare at jeg tenkte i mitt unge sinn at de kunne ikke sparke meg i hjel. Derfor ble jeg igjenn bak et tre eller en stubbe som var måsagrodd og fanget øyeblikkene med dyra.

Jeg med min rosa og hvit rutette sommerkjole med et par blonder nederst og barføtt, løp innover skogen til mitt «drømmested». På veien, selvom jeg småløp, tok jeg alltid tid til å titte på blomstene, lukte og smake. Jeg hadde lært om hva som kunne spises og ikke. Det smakte stort sett «grønt».

Mitt drømmested der jeg ble i ett med naturen og bare meg og ingen andre. Eller, hva visste jeg om det? Jeg lekte at småfolk, alver og tusser kunne se meg. Jeg følte meg fri. Frihet som en smak av fuglene, jeg kunne ligge i mosen og gresset å studere. Der de fløy høyt på himmelen…. høyt… høyt… Om bare jeg kunne også. Jeg lukket øynene og «svevde» blant fugler små og store.

She dances to the songs in her head, speaks with the rhythm of her heart, and loves from the depths of her soulShe dansec to the rhythm in her heart…

Under frihetens drømmer drømte jeg at jeg kunne danse. Jeg reiste meg opp fra den grønne eng å danset som jeg aldri hadde danset før. Jeg så for meg at både alvene, småfolkene og tussene kunne se meg. Til slutt kastet de seg inn i dansen, min «Alvedans», og vi ble med ett mange. Mange som danset seg rundt trærne, stubbene, gress stråene og greinene som hang ned fra både furu, gran og bjørk. Danset i mosen slik at sporene våres satte avtrykk som kunne bli sett «her og nå». Sporene som forsiktig ble visket ut av vinden som rusket meg i det lange lyse håret som flagret vilt omkring rundt på hodet mitt. Kjolen jeg var så glad i sakte men sikkert falt på plass i det jeg stilnet og sank ned mot skogens myke «seng». Jeg lo for meg selv der jeg lå, sanset og undret.

Så utrolig herlig å føle på friheten, der ingen dømte, der ingen kunne se, der ingen visste, der ingen ville le, der ingen kunne forstyrre, der ingen hånte eller mobbet, der ingen gjorde meg «noe».

-der ingen dømte- ingen mobbet- frihet

«She dances to the songs in her head,

speaks with the rhythm of her heart,

and loves from the depths of her soul»

Dean Jackson

-orkidedatter-

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The Elfdance.

Whenever I was less I and my sister and I were called «sisters from the great deep forests». I remember being the one with bright hair called «Hollow» at the same time, and came to crush a lot of men`s hearts.

Much mystery around «Hollowing» and I often played With her thought. Why couldn`t I be mysterious then? Ohhhh, as I dreamed away. A man? Oh no, I never came to get me no man…I was so ugly, inept and stupid. So I continued to dream…

I was very fond of the forest and nature whwn I was younger as well. I often took a walk in the Woods alone, sensed With the Whole body and used the imagination. I experienced that the animals were just as curiose about me as I was on them.

Often I saw hare, fox, squirrel or deer. Sometimes moose was there, but the moose I had great respect for, so I mostly took my legs and got home.

I have respect for the other animals too, it was just that I thought in my Young mind that they could not kick me to Death. Therefore, I was walking behind a tree or a stump that was seagull and caugth the moments With expensive.

I With my pink and white regular summer dress With a pair of lace at the bottom and barefoot, ran into the forest to my «dream Place». On the way, even though I was a little run, I always took time to lokk at the flowers, smell and taste. I had learned about what could be eaten and not. It tasted mostly «green».

My dream place where I become one With nature and just me and no one else. Or, what did I know about it? I was playing that small People, elves and thugs could see me. I felt free. Freedom as a taste of the birds, I could lie in the bog and grass to study. Where they flew high in the sky…loud…loud…If only I could. I Close my eyes and «hovered» among birds, small and large.

During the dreams of freedom I dreamed that I could Dance. I got up from the green Meadow to Dance that I had never danced before. I saw for myself that both the elves, the little People and the tits could see me. In the end they threw themselves into the Dance, my «Elfdance», and we joined one many.

Many who danced around the trees, the stumps, the grass Straws and the brances that hung down from both pine, spruce and Birch. Danced in the marsh so that Our tracks made imprints that could be seen «here and now».

The tracks that were gently wiped out of the Wind that shook me in the long Bright hair that fluttered wildly around my head. The dress I was so found of slowly but surely fell into place that I stopped and sank Down to the soft «bed» of the forest. I laughed at myself where I lay, sensed and wondered.

So incredibly wonderful to feel the freedom, where no one judged, where no one could see, where no one knew,  where no one would laugh, where no one could disturb, where no one mocked or bullied, where no one made me «something».

-There is no conviction of bullying-.

«She Dances to the songs in her head,

speaks With the rhythm of her heart,

and loves form the depths of her soul»

( quotation:-Dean Jackson-)

-Orkidèdatter-