Meditation..

(This post is only in English)

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.

-This is so powerful to me, and help me a lot.

Thank you nature and Mother Earth.

-Orkidedatter-

Colorless

(English text after the Norwegian text).

Hun tar sine siste skritt.

Her hun kaller sitt hjem.

Hun snur seg og ser sine egne fotspor.

Hun var ikke klar over at de så slik ut.

Hun opplever at den ene foten skiller seg ut fra den andre.

Det er som hennes fotspor prøver å si henne noe.

Hennes fotspor er overalt på dette stedet.

Så mye følelser.

Hun ønsker bare å viske de bort.

Hun skal snart ut på en reise.

En reise der hun skal farge alle farger i regnbuen, i vinden og på sine vinger.

Hun ser for seg en hvit sommerfugl.

Flyr igjennom kraftig motvind.

Faller.

Ligger livløs på bakken.

Hun stryker den varsomt.

Hun ser et lite sår i den skjøre kroppen.

Det vil alltid bli et arr.

Hun løfter den opp mot himmelen.

Håper den er sterk nok til å fly.

Sommerfuglens følehorn beveger seg opp og ned.

Retter litt på vingene sine.

Løfter seg opp og flyr.

Langt borte i horisonten er den bare en svart prikk.

I hånden hennes ligger sommerfuglens avtrykk igjen.

Sommerfuglens støv skinner som glitter i hennes hånd i alle mulige farger.

Så den hvite sommerfuglen var ikke helt hvit alikevel…

Den gjemte bare sin skjønnhet.

Kanskje en dag alle ser hvor vakker den fargeløse og hvite sommerfuglen er…

-Orkidedatter-

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Colorless:

She takes her final steps.

Here she calls her home.

She turns around and sees her own footsteps.

She didn’t realize they looked like this.

She feels that one foot stands out from the other.

It’s like her footsteps trying to tell her something.

Her footsteps are everywhere in this place.

So much emotion.

She just wants to wipe them away.

She will soon be on a journey.

A journey where she will color all colors in the rainbow,

in the wind and in her colorless wings.

She envisions a white butterfly.

Feeling through heavy headwinds.

Fall.

Lives lifeless on the ground.

She strokes it gently.

She sees a small wound in the fragile body.

It will always be a scar.

She lifts it up to the sky.

Hope it is strong enough to fly.

The butterfly’s feelings move up and down.

Turns its wings slightly.

Raises up and flies.

Long away from the horizon it is just a black shadow.

In her hand, the butterfly’s imprint is again.

Dust shines like glitter in her hand,

in all possible colors.

So the white colorless butterfly was not quite white anyway …

It just hid its beauty.

Maybe someday everyone sees how

beautiful the colorless and white butterfly is …

-Orkidedatter-

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-

I will always remember you like this.

(English text after Norwegian text)

Du og jeg i solnedgang som brenner i mine øyne og hud. Vi ser på hverandre og jeg føler meg som et bål. Jeg er i full fyr og jeg gløder. Jeg ser i dine øyne at du er betatt, at du elsker meg og er begravet i min sjel. Akkurat  -her og nå-. Du klarer alltid å finne det gode i meg. Det er så mye jeg skulle ha sagt.

Jeg vil alltid huske deg I will always remember you du og jeg you and me lovers kjærester Norwegian blogger lovers in Norway Orkidedatter

Solen er på vei ned, jeg er på vei opp. Du og jeg sammen skal bestige fjell i natt. Du får meg alltid til å smile og føle meg elsket og bra. Jeg trodde aldri jeg skulle føle igjen. Det er vanskelig å finne de rette ordene til deg fordi du fortjener bare det beste. Jeg har gitt deg mitt hjerte, du fanget min sjel og sammen er vi fyrverkeri. Jeg vil alltid huske deg slik.

Når du tar på meg kjenner jeg det brenner  i mitt innerste meg og hjertet mitt står i brann. Allikevel gjør det vondt. Er jeg god nok for deg? Solen går ned og mørket kommer snikende frem. Jeg hutrer, men jeg er glad i mørket. Jeg føler meg best da. Du tenner en gnist i meg som får mørket til å bli noe av det vakreste jeg vet om. Det er så mye jeg skulle ha sagt.

Du og jeg i natt smelter sammen som to vanndråper som passer sammen i hverandre, samtidig så forskjellige med ulike farger vi farger hverandre og verden vi lever i. Håper jeg alltid husker oss slik.

Du vet alltid hva som er best for meg, og jeg følger deg hvor som helst. Allikevel gjør det vondt. Er jeg god nok for deg? Du fortjener bare det beste, og er det meg? Du trenger noe mer til jeg finner meg selv igjen. Det er vanskelig, og i mine dårlige tider frykter jeg meg selv.

Når jeg har det bra-farger jeg mine skjøre vinger og sprer de utover og «flyr». Jeg er i min dypeste sjel og inn i mitt innerste meg og fyller meg opp i mitt hjertet med kjærlighet. Jeg dykker langt ned for å finne «diamanten» i meg. Det er så mye jeg skulle sagt.

Jeg mister kontrollen, jeg vet jeg er et rot, jeg kjemper og jeg vet ikke om jeg vinner? Jeg trenger tid, men det er ikke vanskelig å elske deg. Jeg er trygg hos deg, og du finner alltid kjærligheten i meg. Det er så mye jeg skulle sagt, men jeg finner ikke de riktige ordene.

Solen går ned. Du legger dine armer rundt meg og legger meg forsiktig ned. Kysser meg fjærlett på munnen og nedover halsen. Mitt hjerte dunker og brer sin flamme rundt i hele meg. Jeg står i brann, må ha deg, du fanger meg og brer din trygghet og kjærlighet rundt meg. Jeg hikster og du klemmer meg varsomt. med ømhet du kjærtegner hele meg. Jeg håper det ikke er en drøm. Jeg vil alltid huske deg slik. Det er så mye jeg skulle sagt, men jeg finner ikke de riktige ordene.

Jeg er redd for å miste deg fordi jeg elsker deg. Allikevel gjør det vondt. Jeg har åpnet mitt hjerte og sluppet deg inn. La oss stoppe verden, la oss elske til evig tid. Du får meg til å føle meg levende, alt er ekte -du er alt jeg trenger-

Mine skjøre vinger lærer å fly igjen og jeg har så mye jeg skulle sagt, men jeg finner ikke de riktige ordene. Jeg vil alltid huske deg slik. I solnedgangen, i natt og jeg vil ikke miste deg. Jeg velger å åpne opp mine vinger  å gi meg fult og hen til deg.  La oss «fly» sammen. Vi brer rundt oss med kjærlighet, smelter sammen og vi er ett.

Jeg vil alltid huske deg slik.

 

-Orkidèdatter-

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I will always remember you like this.

You and I at sunset who burn in my eyes and skin. We look at each other and I feel like a bonfire. I’m in the full guy and I glow. I see in your eyes that you are captivated, that you love me and are buried in my soul. Just here and now. You can always find the good in me. There is so much I should have said.

The sun is coming down, I’m on my way up. You and I will climb mountains tonight. You always make me smile and feel loved and good. I never thought I should feel again. It’s hard to find the right words for you because you just deserve the best. I have given you my heart, you captured my soul and together we are fireworks. I will always remember you that way.

When you touch me, I feel it burns in my heart and my heart is on fire. Anyway, it hurts. Am I good enough for you? The sun goes down and the darkness creeps forward. I hut, but I love the dark. I feel best then. You light a spark in me that makes the darkness become something of the most beautiful I know of. There is so much I should have said.

You and I tonight melt together as two water drops that fit together in each other, at the same time so different with different colors we color each other with and the world we live in. Hope I always remember us that way.

You always know what’s best for me, and I follow you anywhere. Anyway, it hurts. Am I good enough for you? You just deserve the best, and is it me? You need something more until I find myself again. It’s difficult, and in my bad times I fear myself.

When I feel good, I color my fragile wings and spread them out and fly. I am in my deepest soul and into my innermost mind and fill myself up in my heart with love. I dive far down to find the «diamond» in me. There is so much I should say.

I lose control, I know I’m a mess, I’m fighting and I don’t know if I win? I need time, but it’s not hard to love. I’m safe with you, and you always find the love in me. There is so much I should say, but I can’t find the right words.

The sun goes down. You put your arms around me and put me down gently. Kisses me featherly on the mouth and down the neck. My heart is pounding and spreading its flame around me. I am on fire, must have you, you catch me and bring your security and love around me. I hiccup and you hug me gently. with tenderness you caress all over me. I hope it’s not a dream. I will always remember you that way. There is so much I should say, but I can’t find the right words.

I’m afraid of losing you because I love you. Anyway, it hurts. I have opened my heart and let you in. Let’s stop the world, let’s love forever. You make me feel alive, everything is real – you’re all I need –

My fragile wings learn to fly again and I have so much to say, but I can’t find the right words. I will always remember you that way. In the sunset, tonight and I will not lose you. I choose to open up my wings to give myself fullness and to you. Let’s fly together. We are around us with love, melting together and we are one.

I will always remember you that way.

-Orkidèdatter-

 

 

KT, Ether: an angel in everyday clothes across the sea…

(sitat: Dean Jackson)

«She Dances to the songs in her head,

speaks With the rhythm of her heart,

and loves from the dept of her soul».

Slik kan jeg føle det…

Over havet på andre siden av Norge der alle bølgene og skumtoppene bruser og beveger seg frem og tilbake, noen ganger stille og rolig og noen ganger med vrede og hardhet så ingen menneske kan overleve, men -hans favorittsted er allikevel midt ute på det store havet-  jeg liker å tolke det på min måte. Der borte sitter en blogger som skriver de skjønneste dikt.

KT, Ether

Det spiller ingen rolle om hvem, hva eller hvor han er, men ordene kommuniserer på en måte som alle, jeg vil tro alle, kan forstå. Alle vil tolke på sin måte, i hvert fall gjør jeg det. Jeg tenker at det gjør verden så fantastisk fargerik og vakker. Jeg kan føle på hele mitt følelsesregister, jeg kan bli sittende og reflektere, jeg kan bli inspirert og motivert og jeg søker inn i mitt innerste meg ved noen av hans dikt. Der jeg kan føle, registrere og bli bedre kjent med meg selv. Takknemlig.

Jeg følger hans blogg og det er alltid et varmt og godt hverdagsglimt jeg får når jeg trykker meg inn til han. Med sine ord han trollbinder meg slik at jeg kan sitte naglet fast til Moder Jord. Tårene triller nedover mine kinn fordi det er rørende, vakkert og stemningsfullt. Et bankende hjerte, tankespinn og emosjonelt ofte det blir.

Med sine ord jeg blir målløs, og jeg kan føle på følelser og tolke slik bare jeg kan.

Han rører ved min sjel, han varmer mitt hjerte og berører min ånd og mitt sinn.

Han skriver fra hjerte og sin sjel om -kjærlighet- og må hans ord nå langt over hele verden-

Sommerfugl betyr noe spesielt for meg, både symbolikken og hvordan jeg tolker en sommerfugl, og jeg bruker denne fantastiske skapningen ofte i mine blogginnlegg som beskriver meg selv.

Her er hvordan han på andre siden av havet tolker meg -Orkidèdatter-

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«She Dances to the songs in her head,

speaks With the rhythm of her heart,

and loves from the dept of her soul».

I can feel that way…

 Across the sea on the other side of Norway where all the waves and foam peaks shower and move back and forth, sometimes quiet and calm and sometimes with anger and hardness so no human can survive, but -his favorite place is still in the middle of the great sea – I like to interpret it in my way. Over there is a blogger who writes the most beautiful poems.

It doesn’t matter who, what or where he is, but the words communicate in a way that anyone I want to believe can understand. Everyone wants to interpret in their own way, at least I do. I think that makes the world so colorful and beautiful. I can feel my whole emotional record, I can sit and reflect, I can be inspired and motivated and I search into my innermost by some of his poems. Where I can feel, register and get to know myself better. Grateful.

 I follow his blog and there is always a warm and good everyday smile I get when I push myself in to him. With his words he captivates me so that I can sit nailed to Mother Earth. The tears roll down my cheeks because it is touching, beautiful and evocative. A beating heart, mindset and emotionally often it gets.

With their words I become speechless, and I can feel emotions and interpret as I can.

He touches my soul, he warms my heart and touches my spirit and my mind.

He writes from heart and his soul about – love – and must now his word far across the world.


Butterfly means something special to me, both the symbolism and how I interpret a butterfly, and I often use this wonderful creature in my blog posts describing myself

Slik kan en mann på andre siden av havet tolke meg -Orkidèdatter-

Here’s how he on the other side of the sea can interpret me -Orkidèdatter-
(I have his permission to post this on my blog, thank you).

Fly, Fly

for a girl I know in Norway…

put the plane

on autopilot

and let it run its course

and there’s a chance

⁃ no a guarantee, actually

that at some point it will

crash and burn

but because love is not only pleasure

but also pain

then falling down doesn’t mean

that you’re not loved

it means

life is trying to teach you

with every crash and burn

that love isn’t all warm and cozy

like we want it to be

it can burn

sting

stung

like a mad bee

who lost its

honey

to find the best love requires you

push the limit

and fly to flowers that

are far away and the

long, wild flight there

may be scary

and you may

wreck

along the way

but,

love don’t die

so you’re going to have to get up

shake the dust from your little wings

and fly away

again

 

KT, Ether

Jeg anbefaler deg å trykke deg inn til hans blogg, sett deg godt til rette i godstolen, sett gjerne på litt musikk. Les hans dikt, scroll nedover på hans side og du vil finne noe som akkurat Du blir berørt av, målløs av og oppleve at ditt sinn og følelser begynner å jobbe og du bare må følge med i det som skjer.

Tusen takk KT, jeg er så utrolig takknemlig for at vi fant hverandre i denne verden og jeg kan følge og lese dine ord. Jeg kan ikke beskrive deg nok og takke deg nok og jeg setter veldig veldig pris på at du liker kunsten min.

I dag skal jeg lage meg en fantastisk dag og høre på musikk og lytte til rytmen i hjertet mitt, og bare være meg.

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I advise you to tap into his blog, make yourself comfortable in the chair, feel free to listen to some music. Read his poems, scroll down on his side and you will find something that you are touched by, dumbfounded by and experience that your mind and emotions are starting to work and you just have to keep up with what’s going on.

Thank you very much KT, I am so incredibly grateful that we found each other in this world and I can follow and read your Words. I cannot describe you enough and thank you enough and I very much appreciate that you like my art.

Today, I make me a great day With some Music and listen to the rhythm to my heartbeat, and just be me.

-Orkidèdatter-