We're in. Quite a few ends to finish yet. But we're in. Starting to like it, I'll be in love soon. Tired. Moving up four flights if stairs takes its toll.
... doing our Ninjago/Pumpkin business.
The mornings and evenlings are ligher, winter is teasing us with spring-like days, and everything seems a little easier.
Can I be here with Brother and Dad please?
Cause at home there is another round of fever, paracetamol, temperatures, doctors appointments and cabin fever.
Silver lining: A feverish Little will sit still for almost 30 minutes if you bribe him with cheerios and baby-tv.
I've hinted to it a bit. My life change. And on Tuesday we sold the house. I've been on my own with the boys since October, just not ready to tell anyone other than those on a need to know basis.
But here I am. On my own. And dealing pretty well with it.
I bought a flat for me and the boys in January, and now the house is gone too. Gone. I have to admit I shed a few tears over that. But the tears were shed in the middle of exciting stuff at school. Music video making, friend making, new life making. One of my new friends told me to remember that this is a beginning. Not an end.
This is MY beginning. A rebirth of sorts. It really feels like one, and like my little frase up top sais. It's all about life, inspiration and journeys. And I'm in the middle of it. School has really been my catalyst, and I've been trying to channel all the pain into creative energy, and it looks like it has worked. Have quite a few projects going. A selfportrait series. A new blog. And catching up with all the stuff that I didn't do whilst combining selling the house and directing a music video at the same time.
I'll get there. I'm on my way. I'm here.
Been working in a music video all week. Super intense and long hours. And it all came to an abrupt halt with a sick Little. Strep throat. Again.
Kids. They sure know how to show you what's important in life.
Today has been one of those Mondays. You know the ones. The ones where you feel that the day is eating you for dinner, and despite your best efforts, it just doesn't flow. At all.
But in the middle of this day. I managed to keep my cool.
I guess it's from the positive energy I load up on the kind of days in the pictures.
And I'm proud.
For being me.
There is a lot of it going on in my life at the moment. A little too much for my liking. And I usually like change. A lot.
Some times I want to scream it all out to the world. Stand tall and yell: I AM! But I know I'm still processing it all. Sharing at this moment feels like it will mess up the little balance I have. And believe me. I need balance.
And in the middle of change it all stops.
Another trip to the doctors today. Bigs third penicillin run this winter, his second or even third throat infection. Little has only had two runs. In a row. He gave the infection he got from his brother back.
So I'm at home. Restless. Missing out on another day of school. Feeling disconnected.
I'm in that cabin. There is a snow storm outside. And I'm snuggled under the covers looking at pictures of snow.
On a nearby island to Stavanger, called Mosterøy, there is a convent. I love the mossy walls and dark gardens. And the feeling of spirits that hang about.
The cross below sais "Fred med dit støv": peace with your dust. I like that.
About this time, every year, I find myself missing Australia. Badly. I guess it has to do with the cold and dark here, and the certainness of summer over there.
This year, with one illness taking over for another, I'm really missing it. It's been five years since I've been. That Dad and Brother are going in February doesn't help. So jealous.
Instead I'm off to the mountains for some snow, and if the forecast is right, it will snow a lot. But with me still nursing my throat infection I'm going to spend quite a bit of time indoors.
It really feels like a sport these days.
Getting out for a few minutes of daylight, let alone sun. And I find myself taking pretty pictures that I can look at later to savour the sparce delight.
Oh, how I'm longing for spring.
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