2012 or Another Year Older

Another year passed. A 2012 filled with life, death, birth, work, play, alcohol, dancing, stressing and sleeping.

A 2013 is soon upon us. This is the time to get pretentious – before the new year´s resolutions. And I indulge. Why?

Because pretentious means dreaming a little. Getting perspective. Raising the bar, getting a bird´s view of your life. What have I done? When my actions constitue my identity – who will I be and how will I act for the next year, or the one to come?

I promise myself to be honest to myself and others about who I am. Who I want to be.

I promise myself to have integrity in my decisions and decide for myself. I promise myself not to be at the whim of any other human or event.

I tell myself it´s OK to be dependent on other´s, and for them to be dependent on me. But I am still my own person.

I promise myself to read more books, be happy, feel healthy and free.

Now you go!

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Love

Jojo

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Realize that we are lost

Inse att vi är förlorade. Att vi aldrig mer är oberoende.

Realize that we are lost. That we will never again be independent.

~ Gadd ~

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/Jojo

Hey me

Smell the summer –

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My vacation starts in a less than a week. I will lay on grass and me my own brutal self and let that over-me that works at me like an over-eager teacher in Discipline and Niceness lay off for a while.

/Jojo

Saturday Sermon

Philosophy gone simplistic. But the potato is cute.

/Jojo

Direct You Into My Arms

This has been a shitty month for many people around me. To realize that you are blessed often happens in the face of disaster, either your own or someone else´s. I am blessed. Not in a feeble-empty-minded sort of a way, Thanks for Everything. That´s not me, and life is not roses, chocolate cake, sexy mother f**ers wolf whistling after you as you pass on the street, nor is it a lump of dry bread and water in prison.

It´s having people around me that leave me be as I am, it´s having people around me I want to keep as they are. I don´t want to direct them any other way than straight on, right on that path they´re on, even though I don´t always see quite the point of their path instead of mine. But that´s fine. We all find it, see them, finally.

I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

Ask him to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

~ Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Into my arms ~

/Jojo

One of those days

When crap is the middle name, lead word and finish of every thing, high and low.

Imagine you´re here:

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Feeling a warm morning sun rising just in time for you to watch it, feeling it in your entire body, lying on a damp, fresh meadow or on a rock by the sea still chilly from the night. Feel the sun fill your eyelids with red heat as you half-close your eyes, feel it giving you life as it gives everything on this earth life. Feel the magic of that. Feel wonder before life. Listen to this.

Love

/Jojo

 

My spell – a sister´s tale

One of my favourite books. Tells a love tale a different way. And we do love different views of the big L. Oh, yes, we do.
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.
~ Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre ~

Won´t you be my baby

From here.

Just moved in alright and love my little apartment that I share with two friends. My baby left the city today and I went down the streets crying and laughing as I was talking to my lovely friend. To separate is to let a little part of you die. Not quite so, maybe, but it´s to let a big part of your dignity run out the window, that´s for sure.

What the heck! I bought a juice, a card for the tub and lots and lots of food. Food is the cure for all evil.

Goodnight lovers. I´m off to dreamer´s land in the hands of Mr Potter or Mr le Carre. We´ll see! Although will miss my baby with the words of one of his favourites – Bob Marley. No man no cry. But he makes you happy!

/Jojo

An adventure – about time, it is!

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Moving on for new adventures, I am. Cowboy of my own destiny, etc., etc. I´m changing city for 6 months and am quite nervous. Quite nervous! But also excited. New roads, etc. etc. again.

/Jojo

Attitude

Le Sens de choses ne réside pas dans les chose mêmes, mais dans notre attitude envers eux.

Un seul événement peut éveiller en nous un étranger totalement inconnu pour nous. Pour vivre est d´être lentement né.

Le temps est venu d´agir. Il n´est jamais trop tard pour faire quelque chose.

 The meaning of things lies not in the things themselves, but in our attitude towards them.

A single event can awaken withing us a stranger totally unknown to us. To live is to be slowly born.

The time for action is now. It´s never too late to do something.

 

 

 

Le Petit Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery.

/Jojo