A Single Quest

Quest. Windmills. Love. Pain. Fears. Caution. Masks. Opportunities. Moment. Passed. Suddenly, and again, all the world’s a stage… I’m a really bad actor. Be. Love. Simple. Hero.

The chain reaction of evil

Yesterday hatred, and/or perhaps insanity, showed its ugly face in Norway. Voices of anger and hatred are raised all over the world. I have no words of my own, so I’ll borrow a few: “Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness:…

I can feel it

The time for my walkabout draws near. I can feel it in my bones and in my heart. I gave Crazy a crack on my skull and by a few swings of her sword I was left open with an empty chest for far too long. My lifeblood returns slowly and it will not again…

Likeable friends

We all love to be liked. What is more difficult to handle is the knowledge that someone does not like you. Especially if it’s a person you like. I’m not always the smoothest person in the room and most of the time not silent. I take up space around me. Sometimes lots of it and…

Morning rituals

However early or late I awake, the day never really starts until I’m in my bath. Without it I’m stuck in limbo. Sometimes it’s like that until the next morning. It’s here I wake up, balance myself and ponder what’s to be. The point of origin, the birth of the day. I’m reborn here every…

Fighting in a leaking boat

Sometimes I read or hear some people trying to put the blame of the state of our Earth on science and man’s greed for money or power. These days, with all the earthquakes, tsunamis and all other major disasters in the world, there’s a lot of that going around. It always saddens me when there…

My odyssey

Maybe my odyssey is not about the point of origin, but about the point of destination and the story that will unfold as I travel. I do not know where I will end up when the road comes to an end. Maybe I will end up at home, or maybe I will end up somewhere…

To be myself

It’s hard to be myself. Everyone seems to have ideas about how and who I should be. Well, almost everyone I know or meet anyway. Maybe I am different? Maybe people always have these ideas about everybody else but themselves? Whatever the cause, they always make me feel like I am different and that makes…

You’re a book

St. Augustine said: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page” – the same can be said about life: know your self. St. Augustine said: “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page” – the same can be said about life:…