Ah, life and its turns. Not a lot of what I’ve been through has turned out quite the way I’d pictured it. That’s what makes it interesting, I suppose. Like now, for instance. Snowed in at a mountain lodge. I won’t be working here this winter, because I need to…
Author: Winterdragon
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Threads
from threads I see you hanging and I feel myself hanging on for dear life from threads around my bones from the trees through my skin holding me up the only thing keeping me here keeping me from sinking completely into the ground I need something to hold onto a…
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My Bones, or The Space Between Us
If I could drag my bones across the Earth If I could find a lasting state of bliss If I could cross the space between us In a word, or in a kiss But my bones are way too heavy And the space is just too vast And in my…
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There Will Be No Intermission
Dear Amanda. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this post, but here goes anyway: Thank you, Amanda Fucking Palmer. I had the great fortune of seeing your show yesterday in Copenhagen. There was indeed no intermission, and as far as my feelings are concerned, there won’t be one for…
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A right to be present
Hello, autumn. Come here and let me love you. I’ve always had a hard time expressing my feelings for summer. Perhaps it is the sheer bounty of it: the light, the growing things, the overwhelming, undeniable multitude of life. Now the air is cooling. The darkness of night is returning.…
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The day anew
Sometimes the night is draped in starless black When nightmares weave from shadows in your head Or sleepless thoughts of everything you lack Create a prison cell out of your bed The night drags on forever in your room Your mind is like a cloud that hides the moon If…
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In the available light
Another summer under the midnight sun. Hiking for days on mountain-strong legs. Swimming in icy waters, breathing the lovely air. Falling asleep to the sound of rain on the tent. Meeting animals and plants and learning their names. Admiring all the views of the world reaching my eyes by the…
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My Feet and the Mountain
Outside again, at last. My feet are eager to feel the ground, and my lungs to breathe the air. The wind is cold, but friendly, and there is a lot of air to breathe for me today. In, two, three, four, out, two, three, four, five. I take off. The…
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To love a mountain
Hello again. View from “lunch” break at 2 am. Back in the mountains again over the summer, as the fates would have it. Hello, midnight sun. Hello waterfalls and rain-wet birch forests. Hello, lake of coldness. Hello, breathtaking vistas causing my heart to vibrate. It is like returning to a lover.…
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Livets mening och vinterns lärdomar
Nu vet jag varför vissa erfarenheter kan kännas så tomma. Vi hungrar efter narrativ. Om ögonblick inte går att knyta ihop till en sammanhängande historia så spelar de ingen roll. Vi står ju inte ut med berättelser som ser ut så. Om en scen inte för handlingen framåt, eller på…