It is one of those days where you are not sure if it's going to rain. And then just like that, the sun comes out.

It has been a good week in the valley. We have got a new sofa, and it's wonderful.

Next week is all about christmas cards. I am entering the christmas market at Svenstrup Gods, an old beautiful estate in Denmark that has been in the family for generations. Not my family, needless to say. Everytime I go, I feel enchanted. By the light, the big trees and the snow, when it occasionally arrives. If you had been there, I think you would find it special too.

This blog is a new thing. And I am not sure how it's going to work. The intention is to write more. From the heart. From spirit. From the ground.
So what can I say? I have had  a LOT of resistance (modstand!) to go here, but I just soo wanna write. It's better to give in than give up. It's better to fall than never rise.

The leaves of the Acacia tree are falling on me. I think it's saying it's time to let go. I hope so. It sounds and feels so nice. They are green and yellow. The yellow fall, not the green. Fall onto the computer in my lab. They wind is giving a push. Watching the world is what I like best.

Sitting on the mountainrigde of the Canigou last sunday.