She lights a candle…

desember 23, 2019.Lesetiden er 3 minutter.

English text after the Norwegian text.

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Dagen er kort og natta er lang i

landet i nord med sine snødekte fjell og fjorder

med hvitt slør som ligger stille i denne

mørketida

elven renner med sine snøperler dansende i

fossefallet som svever med nordavinden

bortenfor solen

hun tenner et lys

Nordlyset danser i glede der isbjørnene bor

julestjernen blinker i denne frosne vinternatt

der den siste strålen fra månens mystikk sakte

svinner hen

hun tenner et lys

et barns ansikt hvilende mot vindusruten i håp

om at under treet ligger alt hun ønsker seg

snøkrystaller faller utenfor

alle er unike og vakre

de skinner stemningsfullt i den kalde natten

hun tenner et lys

hennes julehjertet omfavner den svarte

julerosen som gråter kronbladene ned på en

seng av snøkrystaller i håp om minnenes

gjensyn er historiens forsoning der

hun lytter nøye til hennes sjel som synger i

sterke følelser

hun tenner et lys

der hun drømmer en arktisk drøm om

barnetroens mirakler

der den hvite duen flyr lydløst gjennom

lenkene som løfter håpets eventyr bak det røde

havets juvel et sted

med frosten på sine kinn tenner hun et lys for

alle de historiene som blir uttrykt uten ord…

The day is short and the night is long in this

country in the north with its snow-capped

mountains and

fjords with white veil that lie still in this dark

time

the river flows with its snow beads dancing in

the waterfall that hovers with the north wind

beyond the sunbeam

she lights a candle

The Northern Lights dances in joy where the

polar bears drill Christmas star blinks in this

frozen winter night where the last ray of the

moon’s mystery slowly fades away until

she lights a candle

a child’s face resting against the window pane

in the hope that underneath the tree lies

everything she wants

snow crystals fall outside are unique and

beautiful

shines evocative in the cold night

she light lights a candle

where she dreams an arctic dream about the

miracle of the infant faith the white dove flies

silently through the chains that lift the

adventure of hope behind the jewel of the Red

Sea somewhere

with the frost on her cheeks,

she lights a candle

for all the stories that are expressed without

words. ..

-Orkidedatter-

Up from the ashes

mai 8, 2019.Lesetiden er 2 minutter.

(English text after the Norwegian text)

Hun reiser seg fra asken.
Hun vet ikke om hun er død eller levende.
Øynene føles som kull.
Hennes kropp kan hun ikke kjenne igjen.
Hun lytter.
Føler etter hjerterytme sin.
Det er tomt.
Føles tungt.
Er det mørkt?
Hvilken sorg var hun?
Hvilken smerte ble hun?
Hvilken kjærlighet skal hun velge?
Hun går utover landskapet som skinner.
Hun ser en elv.
Hun løfter blikket.
Hun ser grønne enger rundt elven.
Ved elven under et tre står en mann.
Hun ser seg tilbake og en sorg fyller hele
hennes sjel.
Bak henne er det varmt og flammer kastes
mot henne.
som blafrer.
Hun skimter farger av oransje, gul og rød
Det gjør vondt.
Hun har kommet til livets slutt.
Hvilken vei skal hun velge?
Hun velger å gå mot mannen.
Han strekker sine hender mot henne.
Hun nøler et øyeblikk.
Livet vises i revy i hennes hode.
Det er ingenting å gå tilbake til.
Hun velger en fremmed dør.
Den åpnes.
Hun føler håp og glede.
Arrene skal gro.
Hun lever.
🦋
-Lillian-

Up from the ashes…

She gets up from the ashes
She doesn’t know if she’s dead or alive
The eyes feel like coal
She can’t recognize her body
She listens
Feeling her heartbeat
It is empty
Feels heavy
Is it dark
What grief was she
What pain did she get
What love should she choose
She goes beyond the landscape that shines
She sees a river
She lifts her eyes
She sees green meadows around the river
At the river under a tree stands a man
She looks back and a sorrow fills her whole
soul
against her
Behind her it is hot and flames are thrown
against her
She glimpse the colors of orange, yellow and
red that flutter
It hurts
She has come to the end of life
Which way should she choose
She chooses to go against the man
He stretches his hands toward her
She hesitates for a moment
Life is shown in revue in her mind
There is nothing to go back to
She chooses a foreign door
It opens
She feels hope and joy
The scars must grow
She is alive
🦋
-Lillian-

Colorless

april 24, 2019.Lesetiden er 3 minutter.

(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-

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-

Mindfulness

mars 30, 2019.Lesetiden er 5 minutter.

(English text after Norwegian text).

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Jeg har trent på Mindfulness en stund nå. Det tok meg tid å forstå og lære. Jeg har litt dårlig tolmodighet og ønsker at ting skal skje igår, om du skjønner.

Etter at jeg har blitt syk og ikke hadde det noe godt med meg selv ble jeg nødt til å gjøre noe. Jeg har alltid vært interessert i annerledes treningsformer og det åndelige i oss mennesker.

Det er ikke så annerledes nå og heldigvis mere anerkjent.

Uansett, jeg ble med på kurs både i yoga og mindfulness. Dette gikk ut på den praktiske delen og lite forklaring på hvorfor. Jeg savnet dette. Altså en dypere innsikt.

Når jeg skaffet meg denne har det gått lettere for meg.

Det jeg begynte med var grunnholdningene i Mindfulness:

vennlighet- ovenfor det jeg opplever, kritiske tanker, kroppsfornemmelser.
åpenhet- for det jeg har opplevd, tilstede med alt som dukker opp i oss selv.
nybegynnersinn- å oppleve det jeg sanser som om det var første gang.
tålmodighet- overfor meg selv og tanker, sammenligninger, følelser, sanser.
utholdenhet- anerkjenne hvordan det er akkurat nå uten å «flykte «.
mot- til å være bevisst i kontakt med det jeg opplever og konfrontasjoner av. sider ved meg selv som kanskje ikke jeg visste jeg hadde og som jeg unngår.

Jeg fant dette veldig utfordrende og tenkte «mørkt» med engang, men jeg gir ikke opp og ga det en sjangse. Jeg er dypt takknemlig for det.

Jeg har fått det mye bedre med meg selv psykisk, lytte og vende oppmerksomheten innover i meg selv, og blitt mye bedre på å stoppe opp i hverdagen, puste og sanse og skyve de mørke tankene vekk.

Hvordan: jeg ønsker tankene mine velkommen som om de skal være gjester i mitt hus hos meg. Tar de vennlig imot og når det er på tide å gå, sier jeg hyggelig farvel og lukker døra.

Det krever at du er god på å visualisere.

-Orkidedatter-

Mindfulness

I’ve been training at Mindfulness for a while now. It took me time to understand and learn. I have a little bit of patience and want things to happen yesterday, if you understand.

After getting sick and not having any good with myself, I had to do something. I have always been interested in other and different types of training and the spiritual in us humans.

It’s not that different now and fortunately more recognized.

Anyway, I attended courses in both yoga and mindfulness. This went into the practical part and little explanation of why. I missed this. So a deeper insight.

When I got this, it’s been easier for me.

What I started with was the basics of Mindfulness:

Kindness – above what I am experiencing, critical thoughts, body sensations.
Openness – for what I have experienced, present with everything appearing in ourselves.
beginner’s experience of what I sense as if it were the first time.
patience – to myself and thoughts, comparisons, feelings, senses.
perseverance – recognize how it is right now without «fleeing.»
opposed to being conscious in contact with what I experience and confronting. pages of myself that maybe I didn’t know I had and which I avoid.

I found this very challenging and thought «dark» at once, but I don’t give up and gave it a chance. I am deeply grateful for that.

I have been getting much better with myself mentally, listening and turning my attention in myself, and becoming much better at stopping everyday, breathing and sensing and pushing away the dark thoughts.

How: I want to welcome my thoughts as if they are guests in my house with me. Taking them kindly and when it’s time to go, I say goodbye and close the door.

It requires you to be good at visualizing.

-Orkidedatter-

Under the surface

mars 12, 2019.Lesetiden er 5 minutter.

(English text after the Norwegian text)

Jeg føler i hele min kropp at den ikke har det bra. Jeg tenker på hva jeg kan gjøre for å få den bedre.

Jeg setter meg ned og lytter.

Jeg vender oppmerksomheten innover i meg.

Hva har jeg behov for akkurat nå.

Alle disse følelsene.

Alle disse kroppslige symptomene.

Tankekjøret i hodet mitt.

Jeg tar en tur ut i naturen.

Jeg setter meg ned og mine øyne blir dratt imot vannskorpa, og jeg lurer på hva som skjuler seg under der.

Jeg sammenligner meg selv med under overflaten.

Jeg har også speilbilde, likt som skogen speiler seg i vannet.

Jeg er både mørk og dyp, og ingen vet hva som ligger på dypet innerst i min sjel.

Jeg ser isen smelter, og en dråpe triller ned i vannet. Lager ringer som utvider seg og forsvinner i evigheten.

En dråpe er lik en tåre med to ulike betydninger. Mine tårer smaker av salt. Naturens tårer smaker av det reneste lys.

Ringene i vannet tolker jeg som når jeg skjelver av alt for mange følelser i mitt hjerte. Bare mine ringer fortsetter og fortsetter, de forsvinner ikke, ikke ennå.

Jeg kan sitte slik i naturen i skogen ved vannet lenge.

Jeg puster med magen og finner roen etter å ha sortert tanker og følelser.

Fyller hele meg med naturens egen energi og er takknemlig.

Skogen er stille idag, men et lite vindpust stryker meg på kinnet akkurat når jeg skal gå.

Jeg snur meg, ser nærmere inn i skogen… ned i vannet… jeg kan se meg selv der nede.

Langt der nede.

Jeg ser to av meg, og de slåss med hverandre.

Hvem vinner denne kampen?

Det er akkurat det jeg skal finne ut.

-Orkidedatter-

Under the surface…

I can feel in my body that it not doing well.

I think about what I can do to get it better.

I sit down and listen. I turn my attention inward.

What do I need right now.

All these feelings.

All these bodily symptoms.

Thought in my head.

I take a trip out into nature.

I sit down and my eyes are dragged against the water crust, and I wonder what is hiding under the surface, in the deep dark water.

I compare myself to below the surface.

I also have a mirror image, just as the forest is reflected in the water.

I am both dark and deep, and no one knows what inside deep in my soul.

I see the ice melt, and a drop rolls into the water.

Layer rings that expand and disappear in eternity.

One drop is similar to a tear with two different meanings.

My tears taste like salt. Nature’s tears taste of the purest light.

The rings in the water I interpret as when I tremble with too many feelings in my heart.

Only my rings continue and continue, they do not disappear, not yet.

I can sit in the nature in the woods by the water for a long time.

I take a deep breathe and find calmness after sorting thoughts and feelings.

Fills me with nature’s own energy and I am grateful.

The forest is quiet today, but a little gust of wind strokes me on the cheek just when I am going.

I turn around, look closer into the forest … down into the water …

I can see myself down there. Far down there.

I see two of me and they fight with each other.

Who will win this fight?

That’s exactly what I’m going to find out.

-Orkidedatter-

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My broken heart…

februar 15, 2019.Lesetiden er 5 minutter.

I`m so incredibly appreciated by all my followers and readers out there in every corner of the world. I am so grateful and can’t thank you enough. I posted this post a few days ago and I got lovely respons, and I want to share this in English. This is written from the depths of my soul and from my heart.

Having experienced and experienced a trip to the «Abyss» that I call it – and still working my way up to be as healthy as I can, many thoughts and feelings have been through my heart and my head. Someone I can pass on, others I have to learn to live with.

I have often thought of this with mental health and fear in the soul and emotional breakdown. In relation to this with physical pain, such as: a bone fracture. If I could choose, the choice would not have been so difficult, I would have chosen a bone fracture. Physical pain goes over and the body heals itself, you get well again ….

Why can’t it be that way with the psychic pain? … I can have patience with a physical wound and wait, it’s over. My mental pain has no waiting time. I’ve been waiting long enough, trying to trick my mind, but no. The wounds in the heart are still there and linked with me – emotional thoughts and emotions. A heart full of sorrow because of my time here on earth and what it has given me. Grief over my «luggage» from childhood, adolescence and adulthood. Where my emotional pain in my broken heart evokes anxiety that looks for places of refuge in nooks and crannies inside my body where it can germinate and grow with pace with both depressed and destructive thoughts that bring with it an emotional burst that gets tougher.

I often feel «trapped». «Caught» because I stopped living and do not give myself my own freedom. I have become «blind» and stuck to a «dead end». I live in the «shadow of myself». I deceive myself because my heart is hurting – it’s broken over the years – I just didn’t understand it until now.

Starting with «blank sheets» is not easy, but no one has told me that life is easy, just because someone is more fortunate than others. I must accept the cold reality. There are no more acts or chapters in this life. I go back to the beginning as far as I can. Try to erase or erase parts of my life. It is not possible, but I try to make the bad memories smaller and weaker and that they do not control me. The process is bad, but I do not want the «shadows» from the past …

My «shadows» from the past tell me

-you don’t deserve love-

-you will never be happy again-

-You ruin everything you take in-

-you don’t deserve others to love you-

– this broken heart will forever be there and your pain will be unbearable –

– when you find happiness «the» must be empty

and so it goes on …..

My broken heart, I have begun to push together again. It gets many scars, big scars, but ultimately not open wounds, but it gets me back, but life doesn’t get the same. What is broken is never the same again. It will always have cracks. I can «paint» over so it’s not visible on the outside.

As a butterfly I grow and change and hope I find my true colors in life, a new meaning of quality of life that finds my fragile «wings» and I can «fly» and soon, just soon, be on the right path …

I’ve started to «fly» a little …

-orkidedatter-

Thank you very much to my family, especially my husband and my son❤️

Orkidèdatter

Stikkord: ny start

She lights a candle…

Up from the ashes

Colorless

Mindfulness

Under the surface

My broken heart…