Monday, February 8, 2010

Real Happiness is Expensive


These are the words of the Norwegian author Sigrid Undset, from her book "Happy Times in Norway", written during the World War 2, while she lived in the US.  I'll write more about the book when I've finished it.  (Started listening to it on audio book last weekend, while traveling by train to  Oslo for a conference).  
I simply had to write down these lines, and here you can read them.  First, my own English translation, then the original Norwegian text.

"Behind all fun who really is fun, and behind all intense and sorrowless joy, there is always a deep and deadly seriousness.
It is only those things in life which we have bought at great expense who become so dear to us that they become a source of the real, bright joys, of genuine frivolity and hearty laughter.
People complain about youth supposedly being too frivolous these days, you have probably all heard this.  Me, I don't know.  I would love it if you could one day own the heartfelt frivolity in your souls, the kind that men and women obtain when they have had to fight with life and learned about themselves that they are capable of taking on tough battles and carrying the heaviest burdens."


"Bakom all moro som virkelig er morsom, og bakom all inderlig og sorgløs glede, ligger det alltid et dypt og dødelig alvor.
Det er bare de tingene i livet som vi har kjøpt dyrt, som blir så kjære for oss at de blir en kilde til de ekte lyse gledene,  til virkelig lettsindighet og hjertelig latter.
Folk klager over at ungdommen skal være så lettsindig nå til dags, ja det har dere vel sikkert hørt alle sammen.
Jeg vet ikke, jeg.  Jeg for min del vil være glad hvis dere kunne komme til å eie den virkelige lettsindigheten i sinnet, som menn og kvinner vinner når de har fått prøver krefter med livet og lært om seg selv at de orker å ta de tunge takene og bære de tyngste byrdene."

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The eye of the beholder

Today I taught a photography class for the very first time.
I was up at 6:30 am, reading through my notes and checking the illustrations, being rather nervous about the whole thing.  What if it didn't turn out the way I hoped?  What if I wasn't able to get my message across?
Well, now it's done, and I think I can say that it was a success!  I'm really excited, and looking forward to the next time!
The class was hosted by a friend,  in her restaurant Lasse Liten , and she had arranged for delicious snacks and drinks, and the most amazing lunch.
I read this poem to my students today, and now I'll share it with you:  
Through The Eye Of The Beholder  (Gjennom øynene til den som ser



Photo: Julia Margaret Cameron

Through The Eye Of The Beholder
Author: Katie Clark
Through the eye of the beholder
A memory can last forever
And new ones can be made
Always cherished

Through the eye of the beholder
The quick close of the shutter can change history
Make headlines
Change peoples lives forever

Through the eye of the beholder
Wars have been fought and won
Missing children have been found and returned
Murderers have been locked away

Through the eye of the beholder
A guilty man is charged
While an innocent man is saved
Set free

Through the eye of the beholder
Some people make a career
A living they are proud of
A life they can show others

Through the eye of the beholder
Precious moments are caught
Tears of joy and tears of pain
New lives and old lives

Through the eye of the beholder
Life can be seen through a camera lens
New adventures are waiting, just around the corner
And old ones will never be forgotten 

Thursday, February 4, 2010

My pensive boy

While working on my photography class, I came across these pictures of my son.  They are taken in June 2006, in the ruins of Scarborough castle, in Yorkshire,  on the east coast of England.  My then 7-year old  son looks like he is daydreaming, which he often is.


Pasta Carbonara

Early morning, and before getting on with my day, I give you a dinner suggestion for tonight: Pasta Carbonara. This Italian dish is a wonderful change from the meat sauce you probably have more often.  I made this the other day, and it was a huge success with everybody.
Before you stop reading:
If you are single, married, student, working, not working, have kids or not, you do eat, don't you?  And this is very simple, so easy to make, and it tastes heavenly!  Did I say it's easy to make?  And did I say it don't take long?  Basically, just the time it takes to boil your pasta!

Pasta Carbonara

Bacon (rindless): 3/4 lbs / 300g
Eggs: 5
Cream or half-and-half : 1 lb /4-5 dl (Norway: Matfløte)
Garlic: 2 cloves
Grated Parmesan:  4-5 tbs / ss
Tomataoes: 2 large, or 3-4 smaller
1/2 onion (yellow or red)
Pasta (Spirali, Penne): 1 1/4 lbs /5-600g 


1-2 tsp /ts salt
1 tbs /ss cooking oil
Fresh ground pepper
  1.  Cut bacon in small pieces.  Chop the garlic cloves in tiny pieces. 
  2. Cut the tomates  in small cubes, chop the onion in tiny, tiny pieces. Set aside in two bowls.
  3. Boil water with some salt and oil, add pasta and cook accordingly to directions.  When done, drain, and put back in pot.
  4. While the pasta is cooking: Cook the bacon in frying pan on high heat.  When done, turn down to very low heat, add chopped garlic.
  5. In a medium size bowl: Beat eggs, add cream and grated parmesan and some fresh ground pepper.  Add bacon and garlic to the bowl.
  6. When the pasta is drained and put back in the pot, add the mixture,  low to medium heat, and stir until you notice the eggs starting to thicken.  (just a few minutes).
Serve immediately.  Bowls of tomatoes and onions are put on the table, everybody can sprinkle on top of their plate.  Serve with French or Italian bread, or Norwegian loff or rundstykker (dinner rolls)

This is enough for a family of six.  And if you are less people, make half the recipe, or have yummi leftovers! (Ideal for heating in the microwave oven!)

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Blizzard Morning Talk

I know my writing has been rather erratic lately.  Well, I don't know if I really have an excuse, and  hopefully there will be more readworthy posts soon.  In the meantime, I'll just update you on what's life is like on a ordinary Wednesday morning, in a small Norwegian town.
I was up at 6 am, making myself a steaming cup of coffee (my darling French Press to-go cup), drinking a glass of orange juice before heading out to my workout session.  It was black darkness out there, just a faint glow from the street lamps, competing with the heavy snowfall.  I didn't see a living soul, the snow had no footprints, and I had the strange feeling of being the only person awake while everybody else is sleeping.
Now, after getting my school kids on their way, taking a shower and changing my toddler's diaper, I finally have time for breakfast.  Hot oatmeal with cinnamon and another cup of coffee.  Daylight has come, the snow has stopped falling, but because of the wind, there is a real blizzard outside my kitchen window.  Later today I'll be working on my upcoming photography class, but this morning is all about spending time with my youngest child and maybe getting my awfully messy house cleaned up.
Have a wonderful Wednesday!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Paris Memories / Sacre-Coeur

I've been away for a few days, and while I wait for some words to come together, I'll show you a few pictures from last fall's mother-daughter weekend in Paris.  This is from Sacre-Coeur, the famous 19th Century white church on Montmartre.  Sacre-coeur means "Sacred Heart", and it is short for "The Sacred Heart of Jesus".  From the stairs in front of this church, there is a fantastic view of the city below, and it is a great place to hang out, eating a picnic lunch, a Monday in late October...








And now, two pictures taken by my daughter, while I was writing in my diary:








Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Parenting will come to an end.

We're already approaching the end of January.  Time is still speeding like crazy, nothing we can do about that, other than stop and take in what we have in front of our eyes - right now.   
If you have young children, like I do, you will realize one day or another, that this is going to end.  This everyday life of caring for small human beings, that is something you'll do only for a short while, and then, suddenly they will be gone.  Not necessarily out of your life completely, but out of your house, your care, your daily schedule.  And then, messy floors, never-ending laundry and sleep deprivation because someone needs you, it  may all seem a lot rosier than you think right now.  
And, even if you don't think this applies to you, if you have children, it will, and a lot sooner than you think.  Even if you, right now, feel overwhelmed by the demands of being a parent, please know that this is going to end, and you'll probably miss it, maybe not everything, but most of it.
So, cherish the mess and the noise, cherish that small, sticky hand holding on to you, and those high-pitched voices calling for your attention.  Enjoy the storytelling, the reading of children's books, yes, even the diaper changes.  Paint memory pictures in your mind, store the sounds of baby talk and children's songs.  Take care to remember even the bad days, when everything went wrong, because they will be your family's own stories, colored by experience and lightened up by time. 
This is your life right now, be there!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Both Sides Now (with lyrics)


No words of mine today.  
Instead I want to share this song with you.  
It is written by Joni Mitchell in 1967, and first released in 1969, on the album 
"Clouds". This version is from 2000, after she re-recorded the song, in a Jazz style.


Both Sides Now
by Joni Mitchell
Rows and flows of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way

But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
Clouds got in my way

I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way that you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
And you leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love
Really don't know love at all

Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way

Oh but now old friends they're acting strange
And they shake their heads
And they tell me that I've changed
Well something's lost but something's gained
In living every day

I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life
I really don't know life at all

Sunday, January 24, 2010

I've Never Been To Me

I was watching Shrek the Third with my family this afternoon, and in the beginning of the movie there was a song that sounded familiar.  We only got to hear a couple of lines of it, but my mind's memory storage started to search, and I recognized this song which I hadn't heard for many years.  It's "I've Never Been To Me", by Charlene .  Her one and only hit, first released in 1976, but not becoming a #1 before 1982.  I like the music, and the lyrics are interesting.  Didn't understand the words when I first heard the song (just started learning English in school), but now I appreciate them.  The song was criticized by some for being against gender equality for women, but it was praised by others for talking about finding paradise close to you and not somewhere else.  Simple, well-used words, but good to hear.
Enjoy.


I've Never Been To Me - Charlene
Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do
But, I wish someone had talked to me
Like I wanna talk to you.....

Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
I took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I've been to paradise but I've never been to me

Please lady, please lady, don't just walk away
'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived million lies....

Oh, I've been to Nice and the Isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht
I've moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'posed to see
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It's a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we'd like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It's that little baby you're holding, it's that man you fought with this morning
The same one you're going to make love with tonight
That's truth, that's love......

Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
But I took the sweet life, I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
I've spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
Hey lady......
I've been to paradise, (I've been to paradise)
But I've never been to me

(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece while I've sipped champagne on a yacht)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to cryin' for unborn children that might have made me complete)
I've been to paradise, never been to me
(I've been to Georgia and California, and anywhere I could run)
I've been to paradise, never been to me


Friday, January 22, 2010

Jane Austen Challenge

I just stumbled across this reading challenge:  To read Jane Austen's books, and those, by other authors, who are written as prequels, sequels etc. to any of Austen's novels.  Basically to get to know Jane Austen's writing universe.



Rules:

  • Anyone can participate.
  • Challenge books can overlap with other challenges.
  • Any format counts: bound book, e-book (check online for free downloads of J.A’s copyright-free books), audio book, or any other thing you can think of.
  • Challenge runs January 1st 2010—December 31 2010.
  • You can change which level you read

Levels:
  • Newbie 2 books by J. Austen, 2 re-writes, prequels, sequels, or spoofs (by other authors)
  • Lover 4 books by J. Austen, 4 re-writes, prequels, sequels, or spoofs (by other authors)
  • Fanatic 6+ books by J. Austen, 5+ re-writes, prequels, sequels, or 
  • spoofs (by other authors).

I'm going for the Lover level, and my  reading plan looks like this: 
  • Pride and Prejudice (J.A.)
  • Sense and Sensibility (J.A.)
  • Emma (J.A.)
  • Northanger Abbey (J.A.)
  • Mr Darcy's Dilemma (Diana Birchall)
I'll complete my list when I've read up on the prequels etc written.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Our 25-month-old!

Yesterday I finally got around to take some two-years-pictures of our youngest.  Daddy was home, so he could be my assistant (= make photo model forget that Mommy's behind the camera) and the subject had finally gotten rid of his chicken pox.










Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Broken Paradise

I finished reading this book a couple of nights ago, and I can fully and wholeheartedly recommend it. 
Cecilia Samartin's novel has touched me in a profound way, and I can't wait to read her other books.  (I'm currently reading Tarnished Beauty.) The Norwegian translatation is called Drømmehjerte.
This story is about Nora, a young Cuban girl who is growing up before the revolution, and who emigrates with her family to the US when Castro takes over the country.
It's about love for your homeland, regret and the ability to keep up hope.  It's about family and other relationships, who can be both wonderful and difficult.  It's about loyalty and standing up for the ones you love.
But, in addition to all this, it is a lesson in Cuban history, geography and culture.  I have to admit that I knew far too little of this country before reading Samartin's book.
Being from Norway, a small country on the outskirts of the world, I have always met lots of ignorance about my homeland.  Some will have no clue to where it is, others will know it is in Europe, but confound it with Denmark or Finland, and yet others will think Norway is the capital of Sweden...  This ignorance has always annoyed me, and I feel ashamed when I realize how little I know about Cuba, and lots of other countries in the world.
I long to know the Cuba from before.  The beautiful, cultural and amazing island I get a glimpse of here, before it's all downhill...  I would love to taste the food, hear the music, speak to the people.
Reading Broken Paradise while watching the suffering of the Haitian people, has also been strange.  They are almost neighboring countries, and even if I know we are talking about very different cultures, there are some similarities:  Islands in the Caribbean, very mixed population, once European colonies with African slaves, lots of government issues, extreme poverty and ridiculous wealth. And, I have some ideas about Haiti, since members of my family used to live on the same island, in the Dominican Republic.
I will learn more about Cuba, I will definitively learn Spanish.  (I'm sure about that one), and maybe I'll go there one day, writing about it, making photographs, telling my fellow Norwegians about it.
Thank you, Cecilia Samartin, for opening my eyes!

Monday, January 18, 2010

Monday Night Blessings

After a long day of parenting four children, caring for the one who has the stomach flu,  planning ahead, cleaning, doing laundry, working out at the gym, picking up children from piano lesson, and, in a quiet moment, working on my upcoming photography class, it sure is nice to sit down, after a hot shower, with my craft project (a knitted blanket for my daughter.)  There is a candle burning on the coffee table, beautiful flowers by my window, and in the light from the street lamps, I can see snow falling silently over our Winter Wonderland out there.  It is a show of dark shadows and glistening white snow all across our back yard and the street on the other side.
Suddenly there is a glass of red wine in front of me, and some bread and Spanish ham.  And I believe there is an episode of "Grey's Anatomy" awaiting my attention. :-)

Snow Angels

I went outside with my toddler for a while this morning, with a goal to have the driveway shoveled. After extremely cold weather, we now have only around 25 degrees Fahrenheit, which feels rather warm in comparison, and it has started to snow again.  Shoveling while it's still snowing, I know... but there were so much of it now, so I simply had to remove some layers. ( Poor postman, he wouldn't be able to reach our mailbox without getting his boots filled with the melting white stuff.)
When I was done, my toddler and I lay down on the soft mattress which is two feet of new-fallen snow on our front lawn.  I actually stood upright, and let myself fall directly on my back.   The landing was more than soft, I felt totally weightless.
We made snow angels, which I haven't done for  too many years, and then I just lay there, looking up on the perfectly shaped snowflakes, tumbling down from the cotton white sky, dancing and swirling lazily on their way down, until they reached my nose, my cheeks, my eyelashes.
We were two kids at that moment!




Monday - again?

What is it with Time these days?
It was just Monday, and here we are again!
Where did the week go?
I know years are passing by more quickly than before, shorter time between Christmases and all that,
but this is plain crazy!
I really need for Time to slow down, because this speeding, I can't accept it.

Sunday, January 17, 2010

On Writer's Block and Inspiration

If you are one of those out there who want to write, to create with letters, and you find yourself without inspiration.  
Writer's block.
No words.  
Complete nothingness.
The curse of the white page or the empty screen. 
Listen to these words from David Martín, the main character in Zafón's "The Angels Game":


"Inspiration comes when you stick your elbows on the table and your bottom on the chair and start sweating. Choose a theme, an idea, and squeeze your brain until it hurts."


Good luck with your inspiration.  Don't just wait, but work for it!



"The Inspiration of Saint Matthew" by Caravaggio.

Friday, January 15, 2010

Rome Impressions

Tonight's post is just this: Two of my photos from Rome.  Taken in November, when I went there, all by myself for a weekend.
These pictures are a tiny piece of my impressions, what I saw while wandering the streets of the Eternal City.  Magical moments among several thousand years of History.
I'm planning to post more, both pictures and stories from my Rome Days.


Saint Peter's at twilight




Detail from the fontain in front of Pantheon.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Only Flowers of Her Youth

This heart-gripping photograph is made by Roman Vishniac, a Russian Jew, born in Saint Petersburg in 1897.  After escaping antisemitism, first in Russia, then in Germany, he moved to the US, where he lived for 50 years.
Vishniac is mostly known for his photographic documentation of the Jewish ghettos in Eastern Europe.
This picture is called "The Only Flowers of Her Youth"and it is done in Warsaw, during the winter of 1938, not long before the Holocaust.
The little girl had to stay in bed, in an icy cold basement, and the flowers, painted on the wall, were probably the only flowers she ever saw...
Photo borrowed from; Artnet.com 

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Haiti - Disaster Earthquake










I can't write about anything else tonight.

This is simply awful.  
Port-au-Prince, the capital of Haiti, lies in ruins.  Maybe as many as 100.000 are dead. While dead, missing and badly hurt people are trapped under debris or lying on the streets, desperate parents are looking for their children, babies find themselves alone with their dead parents, everything has stopped.  There is no electricity, no infrastructure, nothing works.  
Norway is sending help, and so is the US and I guess lots of other countries.  
I just hope they act now, immediately, and don't spend precious time debating around meeting tables.

I urge all of you to donate money!  In Norway you can click here for easy online donation to Kirkens Nødhjelp,
In the US: Click here to visit the American Red Cross Web site to find out more or donate online.
Those who wish to donate by phone can dial (800) Redcross or (800) 257-7575.
Those who wish to donate by mail can do so by contacting their local Red Cross chapter or by mailing a donation to the following address:
American Red Cross
P.O. Box 37243
Washington D.C. 20013



After that, we cant do much else than pray for these people, this beautiful, sunny country who once again has to go through a disaster.   


See photographs and a Video clip  from CNN.
The earthquake "Strange" i Haiti is the strongest in 200 years. (National Geographic)

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Babywearing - promotion and photos!

From Tett Inntil, a Norwegian internet forum for babywearing, I got a challenge: Write about babywearing this week.
Well, here comes my contribution.  A whole bunch of pictures, of me wearing my youngest, me wearing my 4 1/2 year-old, and some of my husband babywearing.  (I only have digital pictures from the last two years, maybe I'll get around to scan older photos.)
Babywearing, not only to carry a baby, but to wear him or her, is the default way of relate to infants and toddlers all over the world.  In our western culture, however, there has, for the last generations,  been a tendency to treat the newborn as a "seperate human being", not only in the real sense of the word, but also by the way of keeping babies away from the mother.
Babies who are carried, cry very little, sometimes never, they have less stomach problems, they evolve better and sleep better at night.  Breastfeeding comes easier to them, and they develop strong bodies.   Babywearing makes life easier for parents!
I've carried all my four children - a lot.  I went to Kenya before I became a mother, and I saw the way small children always were wrapped onto some grownup's body, and how they never seemed to cry or fuss.  It amazed me, and I was really frustrated when I, a year later, stood in front of the mirror with my baby and my african kanga , trying to wrap it on me.  I wasn't able to figure it out, but luckily I had a Baby Björn front carrier, and with this my daughter was worn while I wandered the streets of Paris.  Until she became heavier, and heavier still, and my shoulders couldn't take it anymore.  I had a backpack (bæremeis) which was used a lot, but was really unconvient to take anywhere, because of it's size.  On hiking trips, however, it was great.
When my second child was about a year, I got my first ring sling , and that was great for hip carry.  I used it until he was way past his 2nd birthday.  The sling didn't so easily make my shoulders hurt, because the large fabric spreads out the weight in a good, ergonomic way.
I wanted to wear my third child in the sling from the very beginning, but again, I couldn't figure out how to arrange that tiny bundle in all the fabric, so she was worn in the Baby Björn, until I could move her to my hip in the sling.
When my youngest child was born, there was suddenly a whole lot of people to ask for babywearing advice, there was the internet forums, (A good English-speaking one: thebabywearer.com ) and I learned how to wrap my newborn from the very first hours.  He has been worn in different wraps, slings and meitais , and I still wear him several times a week.
I'm certain the babywearing has been beneficial, not only for the one who is carried, but for the rest of the family too.  The babywearer has his or her arms free, is available to the other children, and doesn't have to stress because a crying baby has to wait while he/she is busy helping another child, cooking, writing on the computer...
And, I think I'm stronger physically now than I've ever been.  My toddler is heavy, but with the wraps and meitais, I can carry him for hours.




 









































Here are links to other bloggers who took up this challenge:

Serafin
Supra 
anette&tutta
Treningscamp 
Intrikat
Thinkerbell 
Elis