Saying good bye to friendship and other relationships.

These last three weeks have been used contemplating a friendship I had for a good while. How do I see friendships? Several friendships started out of feeling compassion for them and their situation. I’ve spent much time listening. As time went I realized that how they saw different aspects of life, wasn’t how I saw it. I thought I can accept those contradictions between us, but then something was shared that made that cup overflow. Something that caused me much stress and anxiety like not believing Covid was real, the government is out to get us with the vaccinations etc. I learned I need to pay attention earlier on when my body and emotions don’t feel good in a so called friends presens. I need to pay attention to those contradictions. I am having a look over my friendships. It’s dam tough but necessary for my own wellbeing.

I spent many years trying to have relationships with my family of origin. My mother had strong narcissistic traits. I ended contact with her when I turned 65. I tried so much to get it to work. My mother died a little over a year ago at 92. I thought I would reach out my hand of peace to two younger sisters after a year of her death. Well that went quickly South with me realizing that those narcissistic traits had been successfully passed onto the next generation. So now that is the end of that also. It is being kind to myself and my own family by doing this. What came to me was “Live and let live” life is dam tough.

The Tantalizing beckoning of Spring

All of a sudden you step outside your door and you can feel a sudden change in the air. It’s March 1st, there is a faint sweet smell, the air seems softer and there is a bird song that causes your head to look up. You see a flock of Robins looking for worms over by the tennis courts. You feel lighter as you begin to draw in deeper breathes, smiling ,inside and out. Your clouded brain clears slightly of the winter fog. The feeling of hope seems to rise like soap bubbles in the air. Your senses begin to anticipate the renewal of nature. This is the tantalizing beckoning of Spring.

Life opens, while it closes.

Online Communion

We can hold two opposite experiences at once as humans. Our world has gotten smaller and yet at the same time opened up. We have been seriously limited in, outside of ourselves experiences and yet for some, our inside world has become so much richer. Seeing less of others and yet delving deeper into knowing ourselves and those in our bubble. It has turned our worlds up side down truly, demanded a new aspect of stamina. For example for me personally, Often asking myself, should I go out, should I stay home? Man it was often confusing to know what I actually needed. Well in this time, “the great pause”, it became evident through research that I’m a Extraverted HSP. You don’t have to look it up. I need equally to stay at home and go out to be recharged. I can breathe calmly. I put up the video of online communion because a year ago according to Lutheran theology was unheard of. Yet today here we are and what a joy it is to take communion at home in your pjs. Who would have thought? Life opens, while it closes.

Cabbage Rolls delight.

Here you see the end result of making the best cabbage rolls ever according to my husband of 48 years. Yes he should know, because the possible 5 times I’ve made them, he’s been there. This time he helped me and that just made it a better experience and more successful. It’s been 25 years since the last batch. You cannot buy them this good. The secret is to cook them in the oven for two hours, so the cabbage is well done. # homemade#cabbagerolls

My Grandfather and I

When I was about 3 years old in 1954, my mom and I lived with my dads parents on a farm in Denmark. My dad was in Canada, working to make it possible for us to join him at some point. My grandfather, Niels Peter, loomed large in my mind. He was gentle, always running to help me with whatever was needed at the moment like buttoning my coat, picking me up from my cousins , teaching me to ride my new red tricycle, holding my hand as he walked with their huge work horse and comforting me when I cried. We left the farm when I turned 5 and moved to Canada . When I was 12 our family moved back to Denmark, bought the family farm and helped my grandparents move into a new house in a nearby village. His love for me stands firm in my mind now as a soon to be a 70 year old. I am so grateful when he listened to me as a teenager complaining about my parents . He was sad when I was sad. Yet he was always excited to see me. Every lunch Niels Peter had herring, a Pilsner and a shot of Danish snaps. When I turned 16, he introduced me to Danish snaps which I promptly spit out in the kitchen sink. My grandfather laughed and laughed. How I loved him.

Looks like my Grandpa and I when I was little.❤️