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

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...
To be a reader

To be a reader

The Norse god Odin hung himself up in a tree, with a sword in his side to learn runes. This has become for me a picture of how painful it is for someone to learn to read. It was like that for my son. It caused his relationship to reading to be a painful chunk of loss....
To be imaginative

To be imaginative

This week, I was going to write about storytelling for children, but then another topic appeared that I felt I had to say something about. In a way, this is also about telling for children. So this week, during a storytelling performance, a child exclaimed: “Oh,...