Turn Down The Noise

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The sun is shining at the moment. A very rare incident!
But I’ll just have to wait a little longer before I tie my boots.
The pictures are from Ejby Aadal. Years back with a lot of snow.
In fact the snow prevented us from celebrating Christmas in Sweden.
The roads were impassable and the landscape lay wrapped in white.
These were days that were easy to confuse with scenes from a fairy tale.

Turn down the noise. Reduce the speed. Be like the somnolent bears, or those other animals that slow down
and almost die in the cold season. Let it be the way it is. The magic is there in its power.
Henry Mitchell

Sun Snow and Frost

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Maybe there will be sun snow and frost next week so says the weather forecast at the moment.
I hope the flu has lost its grip in me by then!!
The picture is from February 2012.
A beautiful year 🙂

On Christmas Day we went to the sea…

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We could cover the windows with snow spray.
If we do that, we don’t have to look at the horrible weather.
We were seated at a wonderful Christmas table though the view towards the sea was blurred.
The rocky coastline faded away in a rough sea and heavy rain.
However, we quickly forgot the weather in the cheerful company with anecdotes, singing and delicious food.
On Christmas Day the weather was excellent, the rain had stopped 🙂

To our dear hosts:
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.

A Walk With A View

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Just before Christmas I had a nice walk in the oldest forest in Denmark, Gribskov.
The sky was grey but when I got to the mountain Fruebjerg the sun broke through the darkness and revealed a lovely scenery.
Never let you fooled by the weather forecast.
Go out there and see for yourself 🙂

Kære danske læsere.
Hvis I har spørgsmål til turen, så spørg endelig i kommentarfeltet.
I er velkomne!

A Very Merry Christmas to You All

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Two years ago I had a joyous 20 kilometers walk in the snow in January and it was magical.
The nature was practicing sorcery.
The snow-reflected colours and the low-lying sun made the walk unforgettable in the open landscape.

The Sun Returns

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The sun returns! The light returns!
The earth begins to warm once more!
The time of darkness has passed,
and a path of light begins the new day.
Welcome, welcome, the heat of the sun,
blessing us all with its rays.

Love Awoke One Winter’s Night …

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When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
Charles A. Beard

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry’s cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I’ll put a trinket on.
Emily Dickinson

Every dewdrop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love awoke one winter’s night
And wander’d through the snowbound land,
And calling to beasts and birds
Bid them his message understand.

And from the forest all wild things
That crept or flew obeyed love’s call,
And learned from him the golden words
Of brotherhood for one and all.
Author Unknown

When the snow lay round about …

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Good King Wenceslas last looked out,
On the feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even.
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel.
Christmas Carol

Before Darkness

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One moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.

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Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look,
and soon these two worlds both leave you,
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth,
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as
that thing that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads) your own life,
timid and standing high and growing, so that, sometimes blocked in,
sometimes reaching out, one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Robert Bly