Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
WISHING ALL OF YOU A GREAT WEEK
The temperature varied considerably depending on whether I was in the wood or out on the sunny meadow.
Steep slopes, small springs, pastures, hilly trails and a wooden pier for ‘happy swimmers’.
It was bitterly cold in the woods by the springs, and the lake didn’t tempt with a swim but I did have a great walk.
The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.
Tom Brown, Jr.
The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the trail of the sun,
the strength of fire,
and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Chief Dan George
Now is the time for wandering. Coolness in the air, vibrant colours and bird migration. Nature wears a new dress every day. Nature is exuberant at the moment.
These photos are from Rude Skov. A forest with great variety and bogs. It is highly recommended to stay on the trails, since not all bog holes have a water mirror. If one falls into such a hole, it might be very deep and with steep slopes which could make it impossible to save oneself without help from a person on solid ground.
Hvis I lader bilen stå hjemme, kører bus 354 fra Holte Station op igennem skoven mod Høsterkøb og videre til Nivå.
Rejse med tog og bus har den fordel, at vandreturen kan varieres i det uendelige.
Rejseplanen for buskørsel fra Holte st. til Vildtfogedvej (Hørsholm Kongevej)
When have you last sought shelter from the rain under a tree in the forest?
Standing there when raindrops are falling on withered leaves and the scent of rain fills and enriches the air you breathe.
I did that a few days ago when the sun and rain in turn were stars on a beautiful March day.
“I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.”
By Hamlin Garland, McClure’s, February 1899
Old quarters are second to none when twilight is approaching.
Just before Christmas we went for a stroll in Hamlet´s old Helsingore. A visit in the harbour area was a necessity for me.
When the profile of Kronborg Castle grew bigger the vintage train came by with Christmas travellers heading for Helsingor.
The windows in the red wagon were misted. Noses were pressed against the cold glass to catch a glimpse of this tantalizing vision of the Castle Kronborg, the sea and the life on the harbour.
The misty look in the red train wagon turned my thoughts towards ghosts and their domains. That was appropriate because soon Restaurant Kronborg appeared with its beautiful yellow walls and warm lights in the windows.
Here were the old residences for the castle soldiers before the rebuild in 2005.
Maybe that’s why the restaurant was haunted by so many ghosts. Or did they come from the sinister case-mates under the castle? Endless dark tunnels that echoed with deep sighs and screams from defunct prisoners.
It’s hard to say, but the fact is that back in 2005 the doors of the restaurant were unlocked at night. Tables were covered and candles were lit to great despair for the guards, who thought the staff had forgotten to turn them off.
A strong feeling of being watched was sometimes so unpleasant that the staff avoided specific rooms.
The stories were fun and exciting when people were assembled, but the fun was over when they went alone to lock at night.
There was a stench of dead people and papers disappeared to reappear somewhere else.
Eventually it was too much for the restaurant manager, who asked for help by Birgitte Graae, a clairvoyant.
She guids ghosts over to the other side, but all the time there were new ghosts.
I hope they found their right place by now, or have found peace.
There have been peace about the ghosts, at least before this post. May it continue this way!!
Gamle kvarterer er uovertrufne, når tusmørket sænker sig.
Lige før jul gik vi en tur i Hamlet’s gamle Helsingør. Et besøg i havneområdet var et stort ønske hos mig.
Da konturene af Kronborg Slot blev større kom veterantoget kørende i samme øjeblik med julegæster på vej mod Helsingør.
Vinduerne i den røde vogn var duggede. Næser blev presset mod ruden for at opfange et glimt af dette forjættede syn af Kronborg, havet og livet på havnen.
De slørede ansigter i den røde togvogn fik mine tanker til at gå i retning af spøgelser og deres domæner.
Det var passende, fordi snart viste Restaurant Kronborg sig med sine smukke gule mure, og varme lys i vinduerne.
Det var her de gamle boliger til slottets soldater lå, før genopbygningen i 2005.
Måske var derfor restauranten var hjemsøgt af så mange spøgelser. Eller kom de fra de skumle kasematter under slottet?
Endeløse mørke tunneller, hvor dybe suk og skrig genlød fra hedengangne fanger.
Det er svært at sige, men faktum er, at tilbage i 2005 blev dørene til restauranten låst op om natten uden menneskelig indblanding. Borde blev dækket, og stearinlys blev tændt til stor fortvivlelse for vagterne, der troede personalet havde glemt at slukke dem.
En stærk følelse af at blive overvåget, var nogle gange så ubehagelig, at personalet undgik specifikke rum.
Historierne var sjove og spændende, når personalet blev samlet, men det sjove var forbi, da de gik rundt alene, for at låse om natten.
Der var en stank af døde mennesker og papirer forsvandt for at dukke op igen et andet sted.
Til sidst blev det for meget for restaurant chefen, der tilkaldte en clairvoyant, Birgitte Graae.
Hun hjælper spøgelser over på den anden side, men hele tiden var der nye spøgelser.
Jeg håber, genfærdene har fundet deres plads, eller har fundet fred.
Der var fred om spøgelserne i Restaurant Kronborg, i hvert fald før dette indlæg. Jeg håber, det forbliver på den måde!!
After the night’s storm large amounts of water was pouring into the river from the old mill place. I stood a moment absorbed by the sound and sight. Shortly after entering the forest a sudden movement in the twilight kept my attention to the huge trees on my left side. There he was a very large stag moving like a king just in front of me.
At times like this one can feel very small being all alone in front of his majesty
His image stays frozen in my memory for a long time.
An amazing stroll in the dim daylight.