The Invitation

For you on this fullmoon day - like a whispering of truth.
It is like glitter around my heart.


It doesn’t interest me what you do for living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with JOY, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.

I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty everyday, and if you can source your life on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon.

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live of how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


 Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Värmland sunset 2010

Body is the bow. Asana is the arrow. Soul is the target.”

~ B.K.S. Iyengar

happy hanuamanasana a frosty february morning

Get comfortable with being uncomfortable



wisdom from google



Relax - nothing is under control

n e v e r - e v e r



wildwoman in frognerparken oslo

paus & presence ♥



wise words from one of my wise friends



Faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark

~Rabindranath Tagore~

dancing bird in the magic of nature

The heart is the hub of all sacred places; go there and roam ♥

~Bhagavan Nityananda

Take time to explore all corners of your heart.
Beyond chocolate hearts and teddybears.... this Valentine Day.

What is love? How can we feel loved? Or share love?
Maybe we can learn from the yogic philosophy of love.
The object of love is not that important, it is the act of loving itself.
Fall in love by realizing that what you love, and the part of you that is able to love, is actually the same thing.

We don’t necessarily need something outside ourself, an external event or lover, to feel alive or loved! We can learn how to fall in love from within ourselves. Over and over again.
Forgive, heal and release.
We already know.
But it is an ongoing practice.
For life.

Use the remembrance of love to connect to the release of love-bombs in your own heart.
Be generous.
Believe.
Be love.
♥ ♥ ♥

And of course -  some chocolate are yammi too



marzipan love