Enjoying Christmas day!

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Listening to JS Bach Cello suites played by Franz Helmersson. Reading Chinua AchebeThings Fall Apart” and a book about our swedish Saint Birgitta. Laying on the sofa watching the short day light pass. Recieving a message that Nosa Señora da Barca church in Muxía is burning. Sad, since I have been there, I have visited the church on one of my caminowalks. It’s so beautiful, by the sea, the Atlantic ocean.
Christmas day is a minimalist day. When I was a child this day was a day of peace, no visiting friends, no loud music, just playing with the christmas gifts. It was a very looong day. Boring? Yes! Today I enjoy the slow tempo. The reading. The writing. No pressure.

/Sten

It’s christmas again

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I wish all my friends and readers a blissful, brilliant christmas. Be kind to yourself and to everyone in your vicinity. Think nice and warm thoughts. Spread hope, love and forgiveness. Take time to sit without any other aim than to be free, reflect, let your thoughts come and go like clouds on a summer sky. Why not read that book/see the film you were recommended. Take a walk and enjoy the weather if it’s sunny, rain, cold, snow or what. Enjoy your health as it is. Do things that’s good for you. Remember, you are the expert of your own life, the one life we are given (as far as we know). A site I want to share is Timber Hawkeye’s Buddhist Boot Camp, great short chapters with ” something inspirational that people today would not only have the attention span to read all the way through”. I will conclude this post with Be Greatful! Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, blissful holydays.
/Sten
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Expansion!

12juli Caminon

Dear reader. I must tell you where I am at this moment – writingwise that is. This year has been a big year, for me, in this aspect.

Up until six years ago I was synonymous with playing and teaching the guitar. From my seventeenth year until then, the guitar and playing/making music was what I did, most of the time. Teaching, playing, practicing… but, things change and so did I.
I finished my teaching career and began walking a new path. I didn´t know then that writing was to be a major interrest for me, but slowly it has become clear that´s the fact.

Writing is my new passion. I have been writing earlier in my life but most often as a reaction to something happening in my life. Today I write and express myself all the time.

This Blog is one of the tools for that. For december I made my self the promise to write a post everyday. I have not succeeded all the way but I´m satisfied anyway.

Writingcourses is a second way. This weekend a Uni course is halfway through. We performed spoken poetry for eachother. Magic. I say, it´s magic to hear all the different poetry from my friends and to be able (and brave) to share my own poetry with them. The dialogueexercise was a surprisingly interresting practise resulting in many personal reflections from our separate lives.

Scripts for the scen and film is a third way of expression. Today, me and a friend, a scriptwriter, is working hard finishing a filmscript that we aim to be pitching during next year. Cooperating with director and productioncompanies is a new and challanging project. It´s great fun developing the story that began in 2006 in Romania, still alive and kickin´.

A book is growing in my head, an idea is developing slowly. I hope to be able to collect my old material and organize it as a book. It´s like a big challange and a little scary at the same time, and very rewarding and developing.

It´s fine to experience that I am still expansive and curious after all these years and I think
it´s due to the fact that I don´t stop myself from doing the things that come to my mind. I get a lot of ideas and inspiration from reading books and blogs, Learning new stuff. Experiencing others views from, of, in, with life all over the planet.

So. Next year might be a year with stuff to produce and to create films, books, blogposts, novels, spoken poetry, staging… sharing… showing…

I can´t wait! Come new year! Come 2014! Show me what you got for me!

/Sten_MG_6096

A lovepoem

She loved him. Boundless.
The words to describe her feelings was not enough. They were totally ineffective. Total without effect. As a useless weapon in the hands of a completely ignorant shooter. A water pistol without water. Cupid with bow without string. David with a sling without stone. A rhetorician without voice. An artist with no paint and brushes. A politician without a program. She searched for words that could detach her from this    indescribible tyranny. Finding words that could get her emotional target to understand the monumental emotional storms that passed inside her when they looked at each other. They also had their own native language and the knowledge of the other’
s were not well developed, neither to speak nor understand, they stood like two strangers and did what no spoken language was needed to.
They kissed each other.
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