This is awesome, but..

Constantly partaking in others news and being online most of the hours gives you less time for your own creativity. Obviously. What I mean is that it seems more common nowadays disappearing into someone elses world instead of taking care of our own.  The digitization of our society increases our ability to communicate and share information. That is awesome, but pay attention! It is also stealing the now.

Your life is your message to this world. Make sure it's inspiring.

                                                                         
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90 Days Mastery Challenge

I was recently invited to the 90 Days Mastery Challenge and I can only recommend everyone to sign up! It requires about 2 minutes of your time each day and you will see what magic it will bring into the rest of your life. 

Go for it, you've got everything to win! 

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Joshua James and travelling merry men

The band Joshua James from the U.S. found me on couchsurfing and asked for a place to stay in my town during their tour in Europe. Having them here, providing them with nutritious food, clean sheet and contributing to their life experiences made me feel so rich! With much too much preparations and much too little sleep in my pockets I'm tired like someone a thousand years old. Now, who will catch me when I faint by awesomeness? XD

Thank you for letting me share a fraction of your lives, pick up new words, share your laughs and your hearts :) Thank you for letting me practice my b'n'b-skills with Extra Everything XD There's still some home made hand picked C-vitamin super loaded creamy rose hip smoothie for you on your "foods-by-Elin-must-try-list". Whenever you're ready..

          Thank You for the music guys and take good care!

'Let the rain kiss you

                   Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops

                                         Let the rain sing you a lullaby

                            and remember, the weather is always in the heart' 

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Under i trollskogen

I believe I can flyyyy!

Vandringen runt Stora Trehörningen i Tiveden var minst sagt magisk! Jag stannade framför var och varannan tall och knäppte kort när jag till slut insåg att.. jag nog borde ta mig ut på vandringsleder lite oftare! 

Fina vännen Viktor hittade stensöta som jag var tvungen att provtugga. Det är visst en ätbar, könlös växt.. Undrar vad som sker i kroppen om man äter mängder? ..huruvida man nu blir det man äter, menar jag.. 

Är man en sån som jag så provar man även att göra egen nyponsoppa av egenplockade nypon (denna gång kompisplockade). Alltså. Hädanefter kommer jag Bara att dricka hemlagad nyponsoppa! Drop dead delicious, just sayin'.. :p 

Mörkret föll fortare än vi hann runt och då det regnade beslutade vi oss för att älga vidare (ja, det var i alla fall inget strosande den sista timman) till bilen och lasta in sovsäckar och tält. Med blöta sockor och alldeles för många dumpstrade mumsmums for vi istället hemåt. Hem till brasan och kurrande kattor :)

 Sedan följde en Gävligt kul helg (3-dagars dansmara i Gävle) :D Boendet löste jag som alltid gratis, via reseforumet CouchSurfing <-- klicka här. 

'The sun 

is within me

and so is the moon

In the right light

at the right time

everything is extraordinary'

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Vedmetslös i banantorkan

Banantorkan har kommit hit igen och gallerna i ugnen har varvats konstant det senaste dygnet (jag säger inte hur jag har fått tag på alla klasar), för många banankartonger äppelmos med äkta, egenimporterad vaniljstång från Zanzibar har kokats, växthuseffekten har slagit till? med flera burkar grön tomatmarmelad och ved har staplats till vedmetslöshet :p 

Visste ni förresten att Lukas Moodysson bodde i samma hus jag bor i nu medan han skrev Fucking Åmål? Han lär även ha åkt bussarna här i kring för att snappa upp hur ungdomarna på landet pratade med varandra. Än mer lustigt är det att en sjumanna tangoorkester från Argentina också har trängts inom dessa väggar. I min lilla stuga.. :p Hihi, minsann!

Brasan sprakar och det är alldeles myys..iskt :D Imorgon bär det iväg för upptäcktsfärd och vandring i Tiveden :)

Green, holy love

This season has been so generous with me! My very first season as a homesteader :) 

                                   ♥ Peace in the air... ;)

                                       Stevia, 300 times sweeter than sugar.

   ♥ Beloved apple tree!

Various onions and huge leek!

Breath taking, isn't it..! :D My little piece of work.. in corporation with the sun and the moon and the stars and the wind and the bumble-bees and the clouds and the rain and and and :p

                                                                     Broccoli!

                                                          My sleeping beauty ♥

 

..having a hot chocholate break ;)

Phacelia which I will blend in the soil as green manuring 'til next season. This will keep the soil healthy and the crops delicious ;)

'Let us rise up and be thankful,

for if we didn't learn a lot

at least we learned a little

and if we didn't learn a little,

at least we didn't get sick

and if we got sick, 

at least we didn't die;

so, let us all be thankful.'

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The Egg

The Egg
By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

And that’s when you met me.

“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

“Yup,” I said.

“I… I died?”

“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

“More or less,” I said.

“Are you god?” You asked.

“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

“My kids… my wife,” you said.

“What about them?”

“Will they be all right?”

“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

“Where you come from?” You said.

“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

“So what’s the point of it all?”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

“Just me? What about everyone else?”

“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

“All you. Different incarnations of you.”

“Wait. I’m everyone!?”

“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

“I’m every human being who ever lived?”

“Or who will ever live, yes.”

“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

“And you’re the millions he killed.”

“I’m Jesus?”

“And you’re everyone who followed him.”

You fell silent.

“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

You thought for a long time.

“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

And I sent you on your way.

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