the Dragonfly


Did you know that when dragonflies make love they create a heart. That I find very beautiful and magical. It must mean something I don´t know what.

I have a very special relationship to dragonflies. When I was a very young boy I visited my grandparents. Where they lived there was, very near, a dangerous place for children: a small creek. In the springtime it was not small for all the meltingwater and to make sure that grandmothers grandchildren didn´t go near the creek and the risk of falling down in the vater to drown she told us this story: “By the creek lives the dragonfly. If you come near them thay can, they WILL sew up your eyes and ears!”
Do you that we ever went down to the creek? Nono. I didn´t. I grow a fear for dragonflies. I got a phobia of dragonflies that is still, after more then fifty years, alive and active. I have tried to cure it. Once walking in the swedish mountains (fjällen) me and my wife was sitting in the heat of the sun on a hill when, suddenly, a dragonfly, decides to sit on my toe om+n my knee-boot. I decide to sit and wait for it to leave. I think this is my chance for cure. But. My heartfrequency begins to speed. My body begins to sweat. I am in total despair and I run away over the hill, away from the dangerous DRAGONFLY.
Today I find them beeing very beautiful creatures in many many different formations, colors and places but I cannot be close to them. True but sad. Although I have one as a tatto on my shoulder as a sign for me to overcome my fears. I think it´s a great place to have it since I can not see it except in a mirror but I know all the time that it is there.



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This Blog 2014!?


It´s become 2014. The year 2014. 60 years ago, in december, a babychild is born (me). Last year I became grandfather to a boy – Melvin – – and the blog had been running for a year (in september). The first post that I wrote visiting a healthcenter – Österåsen sanatorium – over a weekend. My wife was attending a weekendpaintingcourse and I was having two days relax.

This year feels like a year of big happenings.

  • My 60th birthday in december. Today I have no idea on how to celebrate this occasion – if I will and if how, I have no idea.
  • My Caminowalk. I hope and will strive for that during the summer 2014. Most propably along the Camino Norte that I bagan last year going from Irun to Bilbao. I will follow, day by day, My Camino de Santiago, Nev walking from Prague to Santiago, beginning on christmas day 2013.
  • My health. In late december I was on a routinecheckup for my heart. Three years ago my doctor heard a heart murmur. We have been following this for three years every six months and it has accelarated. We are discussing an operation this year. If this becomes a reality you will surely hear from me here.
  • Yoga and meditation. Is connected to my health. My aim for this year is to do more of this. The 19th of january I will visit Stockholm for a chakrayoga day. My vife and I will keep on going to the mondayevening meditations. I will keep reading/following Amanda Green Yoga, The approximate yogi.
  • Minimalism. I will continue clearing clutter, reding blogs, books and  papers.
  • My Blog. Until now I have been using the free wordpress blog tool. In february I aim to migrate it to here. This will give me more facilities, tools and posibilities to adapt the blog the way I want and be able to connect even more.
    I have a new domain – – with this service provider (
    I send my gratitide to my daughter for help in this matter.
    So. For you following me and everyone else reading “trynomore”, keep on following/reading and you´ll know when to change. 

Welcome to my 2014!


11 Things that made me go “Wow!” on the Camino de Santiago

A reminder of the great life on Camino de Santiago.

El Camino de Santiago de Compostela

11 things that made me go “Wow!” on the Camino Francés-French Way:

1. Fellow pilgrims.
Without a doubt the main attraction for me on the Camino were my fellow pilgrims and I was so lucky to meet simply incredible human beings who showed me that there is hope for humanity if only we could all meet on the Camino and share our human ability for understanding, compassion, encouragement, and mutual respect. I met pilgrims from all age groups, different countries, and from different backgrounds. On the Camino I only found wonderful people who were open to listen and open to being listened to.

2. Physical fitness.
Towards the end of my Camino I often ran for short periods because I had so much adrenalin pumping through my system and I felt SO fit and healthy. In the mornings I always woke up with tired feet and legs, but after 5…

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Writing in solitude

This coming weekend I have decided to spend three days in solitude in an apartment borrowed from a friend. It´s part of my writingcourse at Uni. Deadline on friday and from then reading the texts from my fellow students will be my main goal.

During this stay I will also go for walks in the nearby naturepark, go running and making good meals. I will be very disciplined and start and stop writing at a set time.

Watching OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERATV is forbidden. Sharing time with anyone else then my self also prohibited.

My only friend will be my computer, my bed will be my rescue and the outside will be an energycatcher.

Good luck to me. 🙂

The simple life on the camino


Six times in spain walking. Six times and something like 45-50 days. Thousand steps. Hundreds of liters with water down the throat and meeting people from all over the world sharing lifestories, sharing problems and joys, asking for help, beeing helped, prayer and tears, happiness and sadness and more. Still it´s an easy life. Not many possessions to carry around in the backpack just the necessary: underwear, Bildsocks, toiletries, a hat, sunglases, waterbottle, guidebook, towel, long- and short-trousers, sleeping sheet, poncho, moneybelt, a fleece, that´s about it. Seven kilo. I have my mobile with me and it is closed over the day, only open in the evening when I can read or send a message to home. It is a wonderful life, in the nature, walking. The tempo is the best for really appreciating it, the nature. Four to five km an hour and still it´s time to stop for a swim, put the feet in a cold stream, stop to look for a flower, talk with a pony or a donkey, stop at a café for a café con leche and a bocadillo or tortilla espanola, something to eat.
When arriving at the days stop/albergue or pension or where I will sleep, could be a cloister, could be a chapell, could be a church, it could even be in the portico.Bild

The routine is to wash, clothes and body and care for the feet. Then a nice siesta before we eat our dinner. This dinner could be from the hosts. Like on 25 th july, St. Jakobs day, we were served a mixed dinner in the basement of the albergue. We were something like thirty/forty pilgrims, we´ve never met before, having a great time together up until ten, when the lights go of and silence is decreed. Or at another time we shop together and cook in the kitchen and serve ourselves good food. The comming morning up at five thirty/six o’clock. Grab a bit and off we go again. A new day has come, maybe we meet the sunrise and the little chilly morning is slowly changing into a hot day with the sun shining on our skin forcing the sweat out from our bodies into the eyes, salty water, hard. Going uphill and downhill over and over again. Climbing picas to se the marvelous landscape and the basque country, navarre, galicia, asturias. It is an easy life that helpes comming close to my self and others. The openness and trust is so relaxant for the soul and the mind it opens up spaces in the inner that is hidden in the everyday life where we always have distractions stopping us from digging deeper and deeper into our selves. It is a spiritual and a physical journey and the two can not be without the other. They are one, dependent of the other, no one more or less important tha the other. They nourish eachother. They help one another to grow. I love this life, and for every year I become better and better at bringing the experiences into my life back home. Now that I know I can have a good life with less, I find it easier to withstand the allurements from the comsumtion industry. I know what I need and it´s less than I thought many years ago.


Return from Spain


So.  Now I’ve had my week/ten days in spain walking a part of the camino norte.  I flew to Biarritz.  From there I got a bus to Hendaye, still in france.  Walked over the Rio Bidaosa that the french/spanish border and finaly I Arrived in Irun. The starting point for el norte. My aim to reach Bilbao was achieved in six days. It was a tough walk with up’s and down and the heat,  one day we had 38°, challenged us.  I was surprised that I met so many pilgrims. I had a  preunderstanding that this camino was less used.  But,  maybe,  as the camino Frances is becomming more and more crowded,  specially in august,  more pilgrims find their way to the  camino norte instead.  The first three stops: San Sebastian, Zarautz and Deba,  offered great possibilities for swimming in the Atlantic waters.  Good for our tired and warm bodies.  The path showed us wonderful views and beautiful panoramas. After Deba the path entered the inland passing nice pinetree forests and eacalyptus trees. One evening we visited a recommended restaurang in Getara, El Cano, said to be the very best fish restaurang in the basque county. It was! The local white wine, Txacoli,  accompanied the fish. Never had it’s like.  A curiosity: El Cano was the first to make a global roundtrip with a ship (1519 – 1522) under the captain Magellan, who died in Singapore before comming back.  El Cano came back to spain and was a hero.
Back to track. Pinchos is the north variant of talas.  They are served at many of the frequent bars along the camino.  Bars that serve as places for break fast as the albergues seldom have breakfast. There are many small streams following us as we go and it’s a treat for the feat to go in the cool fresh water. Before comming to my destination Bilbao we stayed in  Gernika.  The city was bombed and totally destroyed in 1936 by the fascist. Picasso made the famous Guernika of wich there’s a copy i Gernika (the original is in Madrid).  To se the big fresc closer up made a big and strong impression on me realizing the horrors and tremors of war. To end this years short camino was Bilbao the goal.  Casco Vieja, the Guggenheim museum,  Rio de Bilbao.  The camino give me many occasions for reflecting on my own, collecting energy, meeting with people from many places round the world,  talking,  listening to stories from life, how different the stories are and how equal we all are. The local people are extremely helpful and acts as wonderful exampels to copy. It is a lesson for the life and for living.
Going back and leaving the camino is a sadness story, leaving the new friends and seeing them continue is hard. Next year I wish to go back and finish all the way to Santiago de Compostela.