it is still confusing for my nordic genes to lay in the sun, drink beer and nap in the middle of november. i even got new freckles on my nose.

goodnight, and i wish you all a good week!

jag vill bo i en svamp

  

they started of even tinier a few days ago.

today they are this big, almost ready to be plucked and eaten. we are growing edible mushrooms on a log in the bathroom. that sounds a bit weird perhaps, but after having understood how great mushrooms are, i don’t mind them growing there anymore.

ruby made me this summary about shrooms:

mushrooms are amazing cause they are the biggest carbon recyclers of the world, which means they help to restore ecosystems. you  can use them to clean up contamination, they are healthy and nutritional, and they can be used as medicine.

two of the same kind

a dead bouquet of roses in the compost bin. also has it’s beauty.

and some fresh ones for indoors. i wish i could find some fairtrade flowers over here, since the cut flower industry is known to be extremely unhealthy. i was reading some articles on the net and here follows one quote:

A 1997 report by the Environmental Working Group found that commercially grown roses contained 1,000 times the amount of cancer causing pesticides when compared with food products.

or, i will just have to go for my other option which is growing the flowers myself..

things to do when it is not raining

..is to have a picnic lunch in the forest. i brought a loaf of bread from germany, baked in a stone oven. that loaf has been my food for two days now. bread with cheese, with tartex, with miso, avocado and with jam…mmm.

i am so extremely happy to be free, and not to have to travel anywhere. not even to tel aviv. i am catching up on sleep, drinking port made from pomegranate, baking, reading and all that jazz. being local makes much more sense, on most levels. too bad it doesn’t yet fit my choice of profession.

wanna seeX3

not very uplifting any of them, though…. could someone recommend some movies that are more cheerful without it being too cheesy?

goodbye europe. it has been fun. i will come back soon.

in belgium i bought seeds to grow my favorite flowers. i hope that i won’t need to buy any this year, but just enjoy them growing freely in my garden.

the last performance was very exciting, and there happened to be three swedish girls in the audience that were extremely enthusiastic about the work. so i spoke some swedish for dinner. goodnight, schlaf gut, in a few hours i will high above the clouds again!

people

..i spend a lot of time with these days. beautiful, funny people.

one more night and one more performance, then this tour is over. it feels so long by now, but it has been just about two weeks. two weeks of intensity and a lot of fun. from here on, a new chapter will start. i am not sure what it will bring. but most of all i need to land, and ground myself again after all this flying around. except for a winter visit to sweden, i plan to stay extremely local…

from hamburg to liege, from liege to nuremberg. by this time i am starting to loose a grip of time. aswell as my newly found rhythm of waking up early. the nights are getting later and later, the days shorter. we had a few dramas, but a lot of laughter and pancakes aswell.

and i have vivid dreams all night. about horses, dancing rats, kidnapped women, falling trees and snake bites. id like to understand all these signs…do you remember you dreams? and do you pay attention to them and their message? write them down? feel free to share!

liege, belgium, is a little bit of a ghost town, not that easy to figure out. gothic and dodgy all at the same time. it is nice for a change to stay in apartments rather than in hotels, we are cooking nice dinners and flowers+candles made the place very cosy

wine brings pleasure. indeed it does.

things to do when it’s raining

homemade fettuccine from whole wheat

 

….is not hard to make after all. amazing how many thing we can actually do ourselves, but we just don’t know it.

 

two more days in germany before we head of to belgium. i wonder if all my life will be ‘hit and run’, now, obviously it is partially or even fully self created. but it almost can seem like my biggest weakness, my addiction. nor fully here nor there. europe makes me think thoughts like this even more. everything seems to associate to my past. like living in a constant state of sentimentality.

welcome to germany

i arrived in hamburg with a sore throat and pounding sinuses. everything feels abit like the song and the movie above, and it makes me extremely nostalgic! viel spass!

who needs new when there is so much old

that is the big question. but hey, why use old stuff when we can make so much new? produce produce produce. consume consume consume.

goodnight. germany here i come.

miss talented

oh isn’t she?

today has been one of those days. when breathing deeply and counting to 10 (100) didn’t really help. and for no particular reason. i only snapped out of it when i saw a car accident just in front of my bus. it seems to be my lesson these days, to put things into proportion, not to get swallowed by my personal dramas.

and, waking up at 4.40 in the morning has it’s price. i love those early hours, i start getting used to it. but now, i call it a day. it is 21.35 and i have been like a zombie for at least two hours already. goodnight.

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kiba

i only know this combo from germany. cherry juice and banana juice (pictures above randomly picked from the net). it goes so well together. and it looks amazing before you blend it. spirals of red and yellow. lucky me, going to germany next week. i am going to drink kiba and hug this lovely girl:

sort of recycle

i am making bags from old juice containers.

our bathroom shelf is made from an old skateboard.

the green house is built out of many bus windows.

 

and our coffee table is an old train window.

sometimes i am not so sugar sweet. i get shy when people touch my feet. i am sensitive to smells.i often hear the warning bells. i am afraid in the dark. in my belly i always have a little spark. i get crazy when the kitchen isn’t clean. then, i might become a bit mean. i fear too often that people will die. i am not such a fan of savory pie. i easily get addicted to things. i happen to own a pair of wings. my favorite colors are yellow and green. on eating meat i am not so keen.

rhyming isn’t my greatest asset, but sometimes i look like a basset.

fascination

i saw this clip a few times already. it is very impressing! those instincts, and how the mother is dealing with a birth all alone. in the end of the day, we are all animals.

a simple tuesday story

waiting for the train. again. probably it seems like i don’t do much except of waiting or commuting. well, it is sort of true.

the ghost train came.

and i woke up on time to see the autumn sea next to haifa.

palmtrees in the rain.

back at home i found the leakage above our bed has gotten a bit worse. it is dripping water straight down my belly button. not much i can do about it right now, so i put a bucket and went to bake bread instead.

drippelidrip

finally raining. and there is nothing like the rains in israel, at least when you compare with the dutch and swedish rains. thunders, lightning, showers and more showers. and in this very ‘cosy to stay cuddling in bed with a nice cup of hot chai tea’ i need to get my ass on the bus and go down to tel aviv. oh no!

november/last year

 

 

november last year. i worked until late at night in the studio with yuko. we brought a termos of tea, chocolate, candles and fruit. i injured my neck, very badly, and couldn’t finish the project. i still lived in ga’aton. i waited and longed for the rain, like now..but this year it seemed to arrive quicker. i collected autumn signs and felt my swedish genes longing for winter. i pickled cucumbers the way my grandmother used to. i enjoyed the beach, bones, pancakes and many other things. still, i am very happy that this year has passed. and that i have a whole new november in front of me.