The ocean does not remember

The ocean does not remember

What is hard enough to crush the rock mild enough to soothe the skin high enough to touch the sky it can relieve your pain and cool your heat In 2003, I was involved in creating a water project in Biermannsgården in Oslo for pupils in primary school. To get into the...
The dead ones return

The dead ones return

I walk to the graveyard every morning. It’s a nice ritual, there the tombstones stand with their quiet whispers and remind me that there was life before too. Every day I go to there: I visit Daniel, my son’s grave and I walk the dog. The graveyard here...
How is it possible?

How is it possible?

Beyond the border, perhaps the longest-lived and biggest storytelling festival in Europe has been canceled this year due to the pandemic. It’s a shame, but very understandable. I thought I should tell a little about my relationship with the festival. The first...

That which seems

Skin, hair, eyes, appearance, this shell of us humans get far more attention than the experiences and processes and memories that form our identities. A well-dressed woman as a sales argument or a blogger who exposes her operations to become a better person (she says...
To be in the storm

To be in the storm

Do you know about the giant Hræsvelg from Norse mythology? He was transformed into an eagle and sat in a high place, striking his wings and created the winds. Here, animals, nature and man have merged into a figure. This is how we, long ago, imagined that the winds...