Everyday life

Last week I traveled to the west coast archipelago, for the first time in my life, for some days of insular yoga – the kind of yoga practiced on a piece of land surrounded by sea.

I did not plan it long in advance, as things are a bit fluid right now. It bad been at the back of my mind for a while though and I am very content with my decision. The thing about taking up an interest is that it takes you places; mentally, physically and even geographically.

We spent our days doing yoga twice daily and exploring the constellation of three islands connected by bridges. I mainly on foot, and my yogi friend by bike. The days were sunny and windy. The kind of windy that is so special about Sweden and which means having the recurrent sound of leaves trembling in the breeze, rustling like sheer silk paper in your ears constantly.

And believe me, there is a lot of space for wind in these latitudes, because skies are very high here in the North – it’s an undisputed fact. When I look up to the skies it is like peering into a dome raised by its creator to meet the infinite…

After I got back from the island, which our rbnb hosts jokingly referred to as Hono-lulu letting the umlauts of Hönö disperse in the wind, I have been getting some things done at home, such as tending to the wuthering heights of my balcony and the plants that live on it. I have also been on a series of daily excursions for “business” and pleasure alike.

Juicing summer, resting, ticking off a list of things to do, that is where I am at right now. The feeling of total release, of holiday, of just being in the moment is a mental state. For it to materialise, I know I will have to make a conscious effort and let my self soak in it until it impregnates my cells. Once there, I do not want it to be lost to the days of dark and cold that are not that far away…


Time has been spinning in ultra rapid mode. I honestly feel I am stuck in a wheel that is taking me from Monday to Tuesday, to Wednesday, to the weekend and so on and so forth. Not that I am not happy with my life, but I really feel that for my routines to be optimised, I need to become good at efficiently breaking them.

Last weekend, already, I had a bunch of lovely people coming over for my birthday. I threw an invitation out and 6 people decided to fly in. Imagine how blessed I felt. The preparations of course did inflict a certain amount of stress as I do take the hostess business quite seriously. But when we finally all gathered at the same place, it was pure enjoyment.

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On Saturday I even enjoyed my birthday breakfast in solitude after a session of yoga and general housekeeping.


We did simple things like eating birthday cake, going for dinner and drinks, enjoying a Sunday brunch, going for coffee…





My guests got lost taking selfies and froze their backs off making snow-angels.

They ate huge amounts of sushi, infused my apartment with loads of positive energy and left with the promise of visiting again.

Variations on a theme. Breaking routines and keeping them is this year’s leitmotif.

I like change and variety but I am also fond of continuity. Difficult equation? Let’s see…

The best thing I have done recently is changing my train routines. Departing some minutes earlier or later changes the traveling experience quite significantly.

I am working on my mental and physical flexibility in order not to turn into a burned out robot.

Next challenge: utilising my commuting time to save time spent by my desk. Like blogging standing up on a train I boarded because the regular option was cancelled. 

The first week of January was low key but things are quickly picking up!

The long weekend was too short and this week is quite full. 

I decided to call today a little sabbath and recharge. The plan has not yet crystallised but I am thinking yoga, minimal or no cooking – got things prepped- and minimal dishes. Maybe do some projecting and planning, maybe not. The keyword is relaxation.

I am starting the countdown to zénitude having missed a train and comforting myself with hot tea. I do avoid takeaways but today it will do…

Has the Christmas spirit kicked in yet?” a friend asked me the other day.

My spontaneous answer to the question was no, because quite frankly, it has not manifested yet. Maybe it has lost its way somewhere between train rides, lunch boxes, yoga sessions, organising a new home, etc., etc.

I do suspect it might not  make it on time, because tomorrow is already Christmas Eve and I am not sensing anything particular in the air.  The fact that I am behind schedule does not help.


I’m telling myself that the festive season is not about a date, but about a time of the year and a state of mind. And it is not a big deal  if fireworks do not crack, because true magic is in everyday life. Being here, being healthy and surrounded by my loved ones. Still my mind is racing making lists of things to do and planning family get-togethers.

Last night I went to bed early, thinking I could do with some beauty sleep. It only resulted in me waking up  at 03:30 am. I got up, made  myself a cup of hot cocoa and finish up sewing a set of curtains (by hand). Am I subconsciously stressed, secretly excited, or is my system just running out of melatonin?

Mornings are pitch dark and so are afternoons.  The light is elusive. Nevertheless it is this introspective absolute calmness of early winter that I really appreciate. Despite the fact that my vitamin D levels must be as low as the breasts of a ninety year old woman.

A bit before 06:00 am I was ready for my 4 km  morning walk to the station on my last day of commuting for the year.  Please read the word yippee between the lines.

Christmas spirit or not, I am thinking that  this weekend is only a lead-up  to the 7th of  January whereby I will be in full celebratory mode as per the Gregorian calendar.






Monday after a weekend of mini visitors, leisurely yoga, long walks in daylight and in the not so bright early afternoon, late breakfast, cooking, baking, washing dishes and meeting family for an advent fika.



A kind of Monday when landing behind your desk in the morning feels just a bit out of place.

After work I had decided to run some errands, but I sensed my own reluctance and secret wish to beam myself home to reconnect with the base unit. That’s the backside of modern, urban life – schedules, minutes and minute planning slowly corrupt our systems from within. 

I decided that I might as well slow down and savour time, including that spent sweating in a queue to return an item at a store. I put the future aside and enjoyed every meter of my 4 km walk back to the “village”.

I quite accidentally dug into my pocket and found a handful of kryptonite. And what’s more, on a regular dark December Monday, just because I decided to think a bit differently and take on a tiny challenge. I shall remember not to forget this.

I recently moved after a temporary, yet long, stay at a flat on the fourth floor of an apartment building. As of a miracle, my new abode is located within a stone’s throw.

I live on the same street, only two numbers further away.

My new apartment is on the same floor and it has the same number. It is of the exact same size and orientation.

Of course, there are also differences. My flat is differently laid out for example. My building goes in terracotta colours, as opposed to the various shades of green of my previous home.


Also very importantly, I formerly used to bump in to this amazing fur-ball, Max the cat, who would sit at the staircase, overlooking the lobby, radiating the purest of zen qualities.

Tonight, as I walked through the entrance of nr. 16, I was met with the realisation that there is such a thing as a parallel universe…


The proof has four legs and a long fuzzy tail.





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