hip hip hurra

more sister-happy-birthday-love!

idag skulle vi dricka champagne och äta macaroons hela dagen! grattis finaste du.

I will be back with a summary of this year, one way or the other. man, time flies!

a family portrait

all of them (including the gingerbread-house and myself) in one picture; the solution for a portrait on long-distance.

hey 2013 is about to end, are you getting ready to embrace a new year?

hohoho

merry christmas to whoever pops by here, all you lovely folks out in the world. I hope we can stay connected to our buddha nature this year, whatever happens…

much love!

hip hip hurra

det är din födelsedag! grattis allra finaste du på din dag, önskar så jag vore hos er och drack födelsedagsglögg just nu…
p.s a long time ago I started blogging so that my sisters could keep track on my life abroad and vice versa. and today it is the birthday of my oldest sister. however, these days her blog is pretty inactive, so no linking this time.

indoors

I had snowflakes melting on my lens when I went to visit my friends. lucky to have a wood heater when there’s no electricity, this way I could simply enjoy the darkness, light a bunch of candles and stay close to the fire.

despite all the coziness, it makes me think about peak oil and other potential developments…

…and so it came…

I asked for winter, and this is what I got.

someone said it had not snowed this much in israel since the 1860’s. our village was without electricity for about 3 days. the situation was a funky mixture between a national holiday and a catastrophe. no public transport, many broken roofs and trees.

returning from my igloo, getting connected again…how are you?

just so comforting

…to have your parents around.

my prickly heart

‘then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing’

I love this song, I think I have told you before. I am seeing my parents tomorrow, such bliss!

the little man

spending a lot of time with this child made me forced to be present, no slipping and sliding away. watching him makes me curious about how we were when we were small, if it explains our behavior today or if it would seem completely random, that we became what we are.

the bakers bill

perhaps these days I can call myself a small scale baker. the dream is becoming reality. I have sent my first bakers bill this month.

the kitchen and veranda is full of buckets with rising sourdough, and I find myself spiraling cinnamon and chocolate buns at the weirdest hours. this is a nice song for the early wake up tea, before staring a fresh loaf.