Tuesday, June the 27th.
Disclaimer: this is my personal experience, I’m not telling anyone to do anything, it’s just my story.
By blood I am of Russian descent (as far as I know, my grandmother said her mom told her that her father (who died at her age of 3) was quite dark skinned and dark haired, as they were in the north or the Asian lands), both of my parents are Russian, so naturally I’m baptized and introduced into the Slavic Christian Orthodox church.
When I was a little girl I used to love going to churches – the smell of frankincense, the quiet, all the decorations, just how the room felt so important, royal and yet within reach to ask for anything and feel a warm fuzzy feeling inside. And the lightness that followed in my body when I walked out of there was wonderful! It was like a recharge!
Of course I only had this feeling when walking into an orthodox one – the catholic were only cool to watch the décor, without much of a stomach flutter (but still a little), and the protestant ones just looked like big fancy living-rooms to me. They still do.
I continued on being quite religious well into my teenage years, always feeling the same when visiting a church or imagining that my prayers were heard and that boy would like me back, or something.
But alongside of that I had also always been interested in the power of nature, witchcraft, Indian spirituality, Hinduism, fortune telling and other sinful practices, which I, Lord forgive me, carefully incorporated into my daily life.
After leaving the Dead Sea early in the morning and getting from the salt itchy weird thick awesome water into the freezing air conditioned bus, I tried to fall asleep.
The road was quite long, but after a while I gave up on sleeping and decided to enjoy the view – Jericho, who’s “walls came tumbling down”, one of the oldest city with walls in the world, over 8000 years!
When we passed the city, a while later there was a sign: “This is Palestinian territory, entering here might be dangerous for Israeli citizens”. Wow. Holy crap.
I looked carefully inside the village, and saw nothing. Not one person. Almost all houses had no windows, the parking lot was full of dusty cars, some of them on top of each other. No trash. No clothes.
No people. Scary…
We entered Jerusalem and got off the bus, immediately went to the market to find some food. After purchasing sabich (Israeli dish in pita bread) and relaxing for a bit, my friend Yonathan pointed the direction I was supposed to go on the tram to get to the old city, and ditched me.
Lovely, that one! It’s like throwing a child into the lake to teach it to swim, and darnit – it works! Hahaha I’ve been getting myself into uncomfortable situations for a couple of years now, and I feel it has really pushed my boundaries, taught me a lot about life and peoplehelped me conquer my fears & insecurities, it feels like I can do anything now!
So after moving by myself to Stockholm at age 16, I don’t remember if I was still religious or not, but at 17 I had for sure let it go. I was into Wicca, rituals, all sorts of nature stuff and since I had basically grown up in the woods I felt a strong connection to this sort of worship. Like I can control my life much more, and all the other nature related stuff that I got into such as divination and herbal remedies, really pushed me forward.
Still I believed this was just another shape of religion, and was connected in some way to my old ways.
While learning to live more and more on my own, travelling countries and seeing that the way I was brought up is not the only option, I lost more and more touch with the church. And Wicca.
Now I’m not sure what I would say I believe in… the power of the Universe, I guess.
ISRAEL FACT – Jerusalem is “home-base” for three major world religions; Christianity, Judaism and Islam. This just shows that we are all One, doesn’t it?
After changing to full leg pants, sleeves and wrapping myself (including the head) in a big scarf, I bravely entered the Old City of Jerusalem. First on some market street, then I decided to get lost.
No matter where I went on the market, I got comments on my looks, no matter how much I covered up. It was both entertaining and a bit annoying.
This is what it looked like, getting lost in the Old City:
I somehow ended up at the Western Wall (or HaKotel in Hebrew). The wall is a remainder of a big BIG Jewish temple that was built around year 19 BC. It is the most holy place Jews are permitted to pray.
According to Jewish tradition, one should write the most sacred wish on a small piece of paper, and put it in a crack in the wall (or some other place on a sacred object).
I went down to the wall, the female side (the wall is separated into left male side and right female side), and looked at the praying women.
Somehow, something that before had been so natural, now baffled me. They are praying to the ruins of a temple, built not my some sacred person but by Herod the Great, Roman kind of Judea.
It is, just a limestone wall, simply. What makes it sacred is only the ideas behind it, and the history. Without the history, who knows if anything special would have occurred? Belief is a powerful thing, powerful enough to give great meaning to a limestone wall.
People whispered, kissed the wall, cried......
But, not my religion, not my place to tell.
Eventually I ended up on Via della Rossa, the road that apparently Jesus walked upon when dragging his cross to be crucified.
Now this is what I want to see! I really wanted to see something Jesus-related while being in Israel!
But walking on this cozy street was just like any other shop road in the Old City. Full of stores, trinkets, souvenirs, and no special feeling about it at all… why would they do this?!
At the end of that road was a HUGE church, an orthodox church built around the place where Jesus died for our sins on the cross. It was first built a small building, and then the church happened sometime after year 800. Inside was the stone plate he laid upon, the hill that was below his cross, and the “mausoleum” they put him in before the stone was rolled out of the way and Christ was find missing.
For one, it confused me that The Lords resting place was so close to his execution spot, perhaps it was not in real life, they just moved the resting place there?
But also… what if these stones were fake? What if somebody mixed them up so many hundred years ago, and this was not the real thing? How can they know, how can they tell?! Again, faith is a powerful thing.
I touched the stone plate the body of Christ rested upon. Nothing. Perhaps a small shiver, but not more than so.
I walked around the entire church, which was beautiful by the way! I explored every corner, and while it was impressive, I didn’t get that feel I used to…
When I was about to leave I heard a Russian tour group that just walked inside – I hurried with them and stood in line to see the inside of a small “house” inside the church. Inside was supposedly a piece of the stone that served as the door for Jesus final resting place, and all the way inside was a marble table, underneath which the real resting place was, safely kept away.
No photos inside.
I went in there.
I knelt in front of the marble table, put my hands together, and my forehead on the cold stone.
I just felt uncomfortable, and a bit sad over the fact that this didn’t make me feel anything. How could it be, was this not one of the most historically and religiously powerful places on earth!?
I was confused to how people could walk out of there weeping, and I was indifferent.
What happened!? Am I the devil now?? How could this be?
Was it my skepticism to whether the stones were real or not, or had I perhaps lost something important and sacred along the way? I mean… it’s just stone… it feels odd to worship something that is so unsure.
Does life have no meaning now?
Will my grandmother understand me?
But perhaps, remembering the peaceful high feeling I had the day before when we were in the Nature reserve, sitting in the creek, among the trees in the desert oasis, letting the water wash away my worries and fears…
I had been baptized, perhaps.
I have let go of the old… consciously by accident.
Nature is now my church.
Fully awake, love and light <3
Sunday the 25th.
Photos of the dead sea - lower down.
Gotta start off this post by saying – this photo is from nearby the Dead Sea, a nature reserve in a desert canyon.
The professional camera didn’t work, so Yonathan did this with my phone.. WOW!
Ever since I heard about that you can float in the Dead Sea without any effort, I’ve been wanting to go there, because I’ve never been able to float. I heard it was super relaxing, full of minerals and the desert full of stars, which is exactly what I needed.
So in my very short “list” of things I wanted to do in Israel, of course I wanted to visit the Dead Sea!
That Sunday me and my friend Yonathan went on a bus to Jerusalem, and switched to a bus to a place called ... I cannot for the love of anything remember....
We went a long way, around Palestinian area of Jericho and some date plantations, passing by the mountain of Ararat, and further on south into the desert. We arrived quite late, a couple hours before sundown, and after the 3 hours in busses with (to me) ice cold air conditioning, the 40 degrees Celsius were MORTIFYING!
There was no way to get out of the heat, undressing would not help, it felt like a strangling sauna. I think I should count this as being in Africa, haha!
ISRAEL FACT – The Dead Sea is the lowest (natural that a human can walk on without ladders) point on earth.
Yonathan suggested we don’t bring a tent, and why should we? There’s not much to hide from there, so when we went to look for a place to sleep, a green patch under some palm trees besides a spa-hotel seemed nice.
After waking up a buttload of times because there was insects, we slept in a slope and it was just too damn hot, sometime around 3 am the sprinklers went off.
In panic we dragged all the stuff further uphill, and tried to go back to sleep while half the stuff was still wet.
A bit more than an hour later, they went off again. Everywhere.
So we had to pack up everything quickly, and moved to the beach.
Around 04:30, the sunrise came…
One could see Jordan on the other side.
I gotta say – waking up at 7 am and immediately walking into the water, was absolutely amazing. I was surprisingly awake, and there was not many people around. The water… well it felt like a warm puddle. An enormous, warm puddle. It felt thick, like magnesium oil, and a bit creepy to think this enormous puddle didn’t have ANY life in it.
I felt a bit tingly all over my body, and all the teeny-tiny wounds hurt like hell.
And laying down, floating between earth and sky…. Absolutely magical, and so relaxing…
Everyone should try it sometime. Wow.
Then we went to eat, and into a canyon in a nature reserve. Yonathan had told me about the beauty of it, and it was already after 9 am so we needed to hide from the sun before it burned us to ashes.
We went in there, and WOW it was beautiful..
After a while of walking we decided to do a photoshoot on the cliff, and asked the forest ranger, Brian, for this area for permission to climb. He wanted to supervise so he came with us, but the camera didn’t work for some reason, so the ranger asked if we wanted to come into the closed part of the nature reserve.
OF COURSE WE DO!
We climbed up and over a cliff, and as we turned a corner to walk right through the creek running in the middle of the canyon, Brian turned to us and said “Welcome to my office!” with an ecstatic gleam in his eye!
And oh… it was beautiful….
Cannot even describe the beauty of it, and how calm and serene I was when we walked out of there.
All we had time for after hiding for hours in a small pool in the creek was to catch the bus, and go on further up north where we found ourselves a spot for the night.
Again, without a tent, but luckily without many insects, and without sprinklers!
Next morning I floated one last time in the Dead sea, and picked some salt with me, haha!!
As much as I enjoyed it, we eventually went back to the road, and went on the bus to Jerusalem, where I would spend the next day.
More on that in the next post…
Love and light!
It’s not surprising that I don’t get much writing or overall online presence done when I’m on “vacation”, believe me I tried!
But the times I was wiped out from this countries intensity, or that time I burned myself in the sun and had to lay inside for a few hours, I still could not manage to write anything. Perhaps it was my friends’ constant reminder of “don’t do anything, relax, be lazy!”, or my body just finally understood that some mindless tahini-eating and staring from the hammock is good for it sometimes.
At the moment I am in Russia, in Tver, visiting my relatives. Because not much is happening here, (and also the weather is shit) I’ll take this time to eat my grandmother’s pancakes and update on my travels in Israel Instead!
As I’m writing this I already realize how much easier it is to get into the flow of writing, without the temptation of fire-spinning meetings, sunbathing on the beach, or ice coffee at Shay’s place.
I wanted so badly to update every other day, because each day was just packed with LIFE!!
But now I’ll just mention the highlights, otherwise the writing won’t be as interesting. Also, I’ll skip the small stuff in-between the fun stuff.
To start things off, I’d like to say – I have more friends in Tel-Aviv now after two weeks, then after 5 years in Stockholm.
Of course in Sweden’s capital I know a few hundred people, great amazing ones that I can hang out with and do cool stuff! But here stuff happens much quicker, easier, people say yes to life, visit and help each other much more, and I feel a closer relationship with these loud, late, honest people than with most of my colleagues and friends in Scandinavia.
So why did I go to Israel in the first place?!
You know how you travel, meet new people and always say “oh yeah I’ll totally come visit!”
Well I figured what the hell, and decided to actually come visit Yonathan Russak; check out his page, he is a frikkin’ amazing photographer, one of the best I had the honor to work with!
Click the button above!
And why not – most of the Israelis I’ve met were loud, creative, unified (even for new people in the group) and just great people!
So as soon as I come to Tel-Aviv, good stuff starts happening all around!
First day I got there, I shared a cab with a German guy, whom I and Yonathan ended up meeting later that day for a drink. One can just bring their own beers to a restaurant in Tel-Aviv, nobody gives a flying frick!
We walked around town, had dinner, met some awesome Americans and had random conversations, and went on to visit the other two Israelis I had wanted to meet. There I met one of the guys girlfriends, Ebony from Australia who was crazy happy to discover I didn’t speak Hebrew – finally she had someone to talk to! She’d been there for a month and they do have a tendency to speak Hebrew most of the time.
We met up to go to the market the next day, to buy some fresh fruits and veggies (Yonathans fridge was almost completely empty…)
After many compliments to both of us from the salesmen (very rare in Sweden, haha), and one old man who didn’t speak English just stuffed our bags with eggplant and cabbage saying “no money, no money” and shoving us away, we arrived at the end of our hungry shopping spree, I just needed garlic.
The man selling them was shouting quite loud and couldn’t hear my request (everyone told me to “be Israeli” and just tell people what I want, cut in line, etc), so I shouted at him.
An older lady beside me looked at me with plate-sized eyes, and outburst “don’t scream! You are beautiful, he is wild! You’re not supposed to scream!”
… thank you for the life advice, hahahah.
ISRAEL FACT – Tel-Aviv is considered “the gay capital of the world” – there were almost as many pride flags hung up on walls, balconies and poles as there were Israeli flags. And there were A LOT!
After that we went home to eat, got really drunk and took her bike to the beach – me driving it, and her sitting on the saddle trying to contain all her excitement. Girl, I love you!
We spent the best day at the beach, went home to eat tahini and veggies, totally wiped out.
The next day we went to explore the old city of Jaffa, eat hummus, and then the beach again.
Leaving the beach, I was walking by a patch of grass and saw a large group of people doing acro yoga.
After talking a little with one of the guys there I spontaneously joined them; so many strong men and women, they were really good technically!
I got to try new stuff and learned a few new tricks.
See – stuff just happens here!
Next day relaxing a bit at home, walking around town in the afternoon, a man stopped me in the street. He saw my indian shawl and started talking to me about India – how he was from there, what he experienced, what I thought about it… etc. Then he walked me to a restaurant, bought me food and water, and sent me on my way. WHAT?!
An our later I meet a guy on the beach and exchange a henna tattoo for a massage; he was so happy he asked me to marry him. I hope it was a joke… or not. J
Another hour later I met Yonathan, Ebony and some other people to do some fire spinning (without fire, just the props, it’s called “flow arts”, then we went to Shay’s place to chill at his rooftop.
Wait, this is getting way too personal… I don’t think anyone that doesn’t know me would find this interesting.
So from now on - crazy photos and short descriptions in this post!
Wednsday the 21st I performed at Bascula Circus cabaret, with many other amazing artists! I did my mystical contortion act.
Thursday the 22nd – party in Herzeliya, waterpark rave with the university there, and seeing my friend Rebecca again who moved away to do army service a few years ago, then started studies and hasn’t left Israel since!
Friday 23rd – going to the beach 40 min north of Tel-Aviv, for a flow-arts (fire arts) meeting with a bunch of awesome people from different corners of Israel! They are so talented and amazing, and the spot was beautiful!
The sun burned me a bit though, so other half of Saturday was spent in bed
Saturday 24th – resting from sunburn, then busking in the streets with some awesome fire dance! It took only a couple hours to gather some people, I LOVE how fast one can make stuff happen here!
Sunday was quite a slow day, but after lunch sometime me and Yonathan finally left to the Dead Sea.
More on that in the next post!
Of course the days were much more than these short descriptions and random stuff, I just cannot describe enough how happy I am to have been here, met all these people, and how grateful I am to the beauty of this world!
Love and light <3
I got some video material from a small gig/festival I was playing around at - I'd say psytrance goes really well together with firespinning!
Hemsöborna is over.
You’re on vacation! HURRAY!
Well, not exactly. Not for me at least.
The actors I’ve worked with the past months at city theatre in Stockholm (Kulturhuset Stadsteatern) are employed full-time, so they get vacation pay all through summer. But I sort-of have vacation too, partly, while I’ll be travelling, but I will also be performing and working on projects and other stuff whenever time is right.
Either way, a few words of goodbye to my fellow co-workers from this theatre play… it has been absolutely beautiful!
I am so honored to have worked with these professional actors, make up artists, technicians, costume people, sound, light, and others who all are not just incredible at what they do, but also great people.
I personally have not worked very well in group. Ever. Or even with one or two people in a group. I am the only child, the solo, the one in charge and not wanting to share. As a child I did hammer throwing, judo, dance (mostly solos), 400m track, even in handball I was a goalie!
But this has opened me up to so much more! I have worked tremendleously well with these people, they really care about one another, joke around, sing… theatre people are a completely different breed; one just feels truly accepted and can let go amongst them! And I feel like I was able to do that.
So play is now over… it feels quite empty. I feel the need to go back, to do more, like I could have done EVEN more!
Being on that stage, though it wasn’t many tasks or a big role, has been amazing. Somehow I felt completely calm, but excited and a feeling of home, when entering the stage for the 12th or 37th time and doing the same thing, over and over. It was soothing. In the second act, there’s a point where we all sit at a table, and the light shines so bright on the white tablecloth I cannot see beyond it… I just see black, only imagining that there actually is 300-700 people sitting there.
Not only that - I was in a classical play, "big theatre", which I really love!
But, as one of the actresses said – now there’s panic! Every time she finished a play she was afraid she would never be on stage again - but here she was, working on the big stage, and with two more plays to come!
So of course I will be on stage again. I'm just not used to saying goodbye to people I've worked so well with, for such a long time....
Working at Stadsteatern has been a blast, I am so grateful! And I truly hope I get to work with you again, or that this leads to more awesome jobs like this one, where I can continue doing what I love, and feeling at home with the ones I work with!
I’m gonna miss every single one of you.
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!
Now this job is over, and around 21 000 people have come and seen us play!
Can’t wait for what happens next ^^
Love and light <3
A while ago I read an article, about the difficulties of travelling that nobody really talks about: coming home.
The writer said that it is incredible to travel, to meet new people, change, grow, learn about the world and you know, all the things that happen to you when you travel. Especially alone.
But what nobody talks about is how hard it is to actually come home.
Perhaps if you haven’t travelled much before, imagine; you meet all your friends after being away, you have changed SO much (let’s say you’ve been on some sort of retreat or jungle or whatever), they tell you all about what happened to them, but they can’t really grasp what happened to you, internally. On the outside they see your tan, your bruises, your new clothes or fancy words, but on the inside it’s hard to understand since they didn’t follow you day by day, and suddenly, you’re this whole new person…
And you feel misunderstood, maybe a bit lonely, and suddenly you have to jump into work again to make a living. After coming home from India all jetlagged, I had so much stress with finding a place to live, and then I worked the VERY NEXT DAY..! Didn’t even get any sort of break.
So I’ve noticed that coming home is hard, but it is also hard because all the responsibilities fall on you, and the pressure of working as a freelances is HUGE!
You don’t have a stable schedule (I often work at night and then again early morning), working several jobs (even if they are all things I love doing) to make ends meet, the stress of not having anything then suddenly having no time to even eat because in fear of no work I didn’t say no to anything and now have too much! People wanting freebies or paying very little, not having time to train on my own stuff, no free time even on free days to take a break in my head, no sick-pay, etc…
Truly, I wouldn’t have it any other way! <3
But the beauty in being self employed is also that I can go wherever I want, whenever I want. It’s my responsibility that I survive, but I can still do literally anything. It is amazing!
So on that note, I am leaving.
Of course this post requiers a black&white dramatic photo. What did you expect?
Don’t cry! It’ll all be alright!
I’ve actually noticed I can’t really get out of “work mode, so I might as well flow with it!
So while I will be away in other countries or places, sporadically and impulsively changing direction, I’ll still be working gigs and doing what I love!
Without the “stable”(not really stable) jobs keeping me here, I’ll be able to sew more costumes, train and get better at ALL the many things I do, travel and gain experience, go on training camps, workshops and such around the world, do experiments, be in nature, treat my body to good stuff (It could really use some time off and a few dozen massages), find opportunities to collaborate with new people, teach workshops, do gigs and street performances, and really build a stable ground for myself as a performer, artist and person!
It is very important to know what you want and need, and to go for it! Otherwise you're living someone elses dream, and the less you are yourself the less you are helping you or anyone else. Be true to yourself, go forwards in life!
I want to grow and develop, I want to do many of the things needed before I focus on constant gigs again (like getting a driver’s license, or finally make that belly dance costume I drew a design for 2 years ago) and also, I need to recharge. To see the world.
You have no idea (or maybe you do, who am I to judge you?) how much goes into being self-employed, or how much goes into being a stable person overall. Some things are needed as ground, so I don’t stress out about unimportant things. Or, don’t stress at all, it seems like I’m in such a hurry to get to the point where I can sit on my ass and let the gigs roll in! HAHA
But that takes time, and practice, and courage.
So far, my schedule looks like this:
If you have any bookings, in the countries I’ll be in or other ones I can really go anywhere and do anything, contact me!
I’m really looking forward to this. Can’t wait <3
I may complain about the stresses of freelancing, but really, it is problems I enjoy solving, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I just need some rest.
And I hope you understand how much I will change as a person on my journeys, when I finally do come home. Or settle down somewhere else, one never knows!
Love and light <3
Crazy weekend, yayy!
I wish I could say I was free this weekend.
Or… I actually don’t think I wish that! I love doing what I do, I just wish I had more rest, haha.
Even when I am off work I still work, because I always have some stuff with the company, training, learning, gluing, planning or whatever. SOON I will be off for a while…
Anyway; Thursday, Friday Saturday Sunday we played “Hemsöborna” at the city theatre, now we only got 3 performances left, whaaat!
Friday night I was doing a fire performance at Slaugtherhouse Area festival, where celebrity DJ:s such as Neelix, Vini-Vici and Infected Mushroom played. Amazing!
All tired and worn out I dragged my feet home for a few hours sleep after several hours of sober stomping to progressive psytrance......
The next day was the Peace&Love parade!
It is a huge, beautiful event, when people come all dressed up, giving hugs, dancing, juggling, playing instruments and spreading love and happiness all over!
AMAZING people, so much love to you all <3
Even my ex dressed up (almost) hippe, with glitter on his face ^_^ Applause for that!
Afterwards we ate Ethiopian food with our hands, it was so delicious you HAVE TO try it sometime!
So obviously after that my feet were all numb, and also playing theatre in the evening.... I was out of energy.
SO I just went home to sleep, no rave that night .
The next day went by quite fast; with a lot of paperwork on my company and looking through some new stuff I'm gonna order, costumes and such (super excited!), then theatre again in the evening.
Today was a chill day, with an hour of strength workout and then me going home, to the quiet apartment, cutting my hair tips and taking it slow....
So now I'm sitting here, still with banana pieces in my hair from my all-natural hair pack, enjoying the fact that - in less than two weeks I'll be in Israel! WOHOOOOOOO!!!
More on that soon....
Love and light <3
P.S. I forgot to post this yesterday, so Sweden - happy national day!! :D
The flower is now on my prop shelf, in the theatre I work at.
I was on a date a few days ago. Super nice guy, very “good on paper” in my book, and one of the very few who actually collected his courage enough to ask for my number during a performance. I don’t get asked out a lot when I perform, guess “normal” guys are intimidated or something… anyway;
This was our second date, and the first one had gone well, I really liked him. This time we just went up to a mountain with a view over the city, to drink juice and talk. After an hour or so, he pulls out a huuuuge red rose that he carried in his backpack (why didn’t he give it to me when we met? I had been staring at it for quite some time, haha), and gave it to me.
I was very happy, and a bit surprised because I had started to think it was not meant for me.
Until he felt the need to explain himself…
He said (in Swedish) “Well there’s a backstory to this rose, so you don’t think I’m some crazy stalker!”
“Ooookayyy… why would I think you’re a crazy stalker?” I answered, rattled.
“Well, you know…. Um, no, forget it!”
“No no! If you’ve had some bad experience with giving women flowers, I’d like to know! Sounds like an interesting story” I replied.
“Well, my friend just had surgery for thyroid cancer, so me and my friends are going to surprise her! I bought ten roses, and figured I’d give you one so she has the other nine!”
Then the guy proceeded, cautiously, explaining something about his friends intensive dating because “the biological clock is ticking”, and that everything is different nowadays in the era of online dating and Tinder, so eventually to sum up I understood that – he was afraid that because people flirt so badly nowadays, or so little, or have so few romantic gestures, that I would immediately think this was SUPER HUGE and that he was madly in love with me.
I explained to him that I have Russian heritage, and where I come from it’s basically common curtesy to bring the woman flowers or hold the door open.
And after all – if he saw that I was happy about the rose and not at all cautious or worried, that must mean it all went well and he should just leave it be?!
Either he’s quite insecure because of society’s indoctrination of manners nowadays, or just can’t read me. Or both.
But this makes me terribly worried!
I mean – does this mean every time I meet a nice guy that “early on” gives me flowers, he is crazy and fell in love too quickly?! Or, will I never get flowers? Is romance dying? How far can I go with my affection before it’s “too far”?
This raises a whole new discussion; will people have even bigger fear of intimacy, will everyone be constantly unhappy because fairytales are still the same but nobody is even remotely close to even petting a white horse, and dear lord, flirtation must be so dead that people mistake politeness for flirtation..?!
What do you think?
And please, if you see me performing, I’d love flowers :D !
I HAVE A BUISNESS CARD, FINALLY!
Keeping it short – lots of work, stress, work, gigs, costumes, food, health, recovery, training, stress, work, injury, terrorists in Stockholm, gigs gigs gigs… soooo much to do, so even though I promised myself to be creative a little bit at least every week, I haven’t had much time to do so!
But NOW I’M BACK, not really fullpower but enough to write some on the blog every now and then, because soon my adventures begin and I’ll be more inspired.
I’ve been trying to keep up with this online presence thingy, but it seems even hard to update one photo a day on Instagram…. I have training, choreographing, sewing and performing to do, how do you others do it?!
Anyways, here are some high and low quality photos of some of the stuff (good and bad) from the past couple of months.
Enjoy! (or be sad, depending on the situation).
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There was the terror act in Stockholm, 7th of april.
Awful, sad, and just undescribeable.... I had a blog post coming up on that but other stuff got in the way.
Also the same day I injured my knee, and it still hasn't healed.
Goose eggs, in comparison to the last egg (which is empty) a hen lays before it stopps laying eggs at all.
Speaking of absolutley nothing XD
Spring finally came to Sweden, sometime at the end of April!
YES WE ARE STILL PLAYING!! The play is Hemsöborna by August Strindberg, At Kulturhuset Stadsteatern, right in the centre of Stockholm
(like 200 m from the terrorist driving into the mall, you probably know where that is by now).
We even conquered fear and played the day after it happened.
A few performances I did in the past couple months.
More is on Instagram!
AAAAND finishing off this very random post with the most normal photo I have of myself (recently taken by Thomas Kullström of "Knäpp Knäppt").
I don't really have any "normal, non performance" photos of myself, thought this would be a nice touch :)
Have a great day,
Love and light!
Oh dear, this is akward....
All the vitamin-D i had accumulated while being in India really got me going, I had so many plans and ambitions!!
But now, look at me - yes I may have done a bit, but not as much as I set out too, and I have not written anything on this blog since FEBRUARY!!
That is just embarassing...
I'm ashamed you guys. I had so many good topics to write about... but the attention and focus just got away from me, along with time overall.
Tonight I'll go to sleep early, so I can do more tomorrow.
But first; please check out this new promo-video I made!
Only aerial silks, but it's pretty cool (I think, cuz you know a day or two after an artist makes something it just looks like crap to them, and I'm not much different), and I love the locations we filmed in :D
Below the video there's a few photos too, cux the one in the city was just a photoshoot, no video, but we filmed anyway.
Love and light <3
.... and, you know,
all the other things that would interest you if you're a fan, if you like my writing, or if you are a pontential employer/client for whom it is important to know if I am a republican or if I eat bacon every day.Fortunately for you, I am/do neither. Bacon is not healthy.