THE COLOR OF MY LIFE

 Last summer I started painting. I had never before held in a brush, nor did I know the different words for being part of  the "art" society. Instead of taking painkillers for my Lyme disease I started painting. I called it Pain Paint Therapy. My paintings were a play of colors and motive. Shy, since I didn't want anyone to laugh at me.
But suddenly, I started to see the shyness as another therapeutic thing. To give a darn what others would think.
My children, always gives me compliments. They never see their mother doing anything ugly. The eyes of innocence.

 This summer, I started to make our outdoor room (two walls) to our art room. Together with Max and Olivia we created the room together. And, that is so much fun. Having a good time, and sometimes friends comes over, loves to be creative too.

That's Amore Summer!

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THATS JUST HOW IT IS.....

THE LOVE FROM OTHER PEOPLE

This is the first summer I can spend my time in the garden. After two years of sever illness, fighting it!

I did it!

There are amazing people out there in the world.

I was so thrilled what the riding instructor Giovanni and Marina did for Olivia my daughter. We lived in Italy 2007-2011 and Olivia started riding at the Blue Moon riding-stable.
She loved it--and so did I-- and they were all amazing. Patient and full of love.

Une due tree, tu bacio me!


Many times cries Olivia since she miss them all, and her favorite horse, Tania. Its hard to comfort her many times.
I wrote to Giovanni greetings from Olivia and how much she missed them all. In return, he had them all pose for a picture for Olivia. Even together with the horse Tania.

That made Olivia's day! We glued the picture in to her Horse book and when she is sad, she takes it out and feels "not-forgotten"

That's Amore!

Love and Light Wins over Darkness

As early as just three years old, Olivia put her little hands on my stomach when I mentioned to her that I was in pain. She never used the word “healing”, but placed her hands with confidence where my pain was. There were no words!

As a nearly nine-year-old girl, she still knows about the ability that she has in her hands.  Olivia is praying daily for our dog Sven who often has seizures.  In my busy world, passing her at “mommy speed,” I tell her that it is super-sweet of her to think of him.

Frankly, I look at Olivia with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

"Mom, would you like me to teach you how to pray?" she asks me.

I ask her if I should put my hands together and close my eyes.

"No you do not close your eyes but look up to heaven and speak with a clear voice what you want. Do not be afraid, mom, because then the wish will not be fulfilled."

I look enquiringly at her.  "Olivia, do you know who God is?"

"Yes, it is He who listens when we listen?" she replies

"Do you mean God listens when we are talking?" I ask.

She shakes her head in a “no”.  "You also communicate when you are listening"

I do not understand what she means, but during my morning meditation, I realize the truth of what she has said.  When I am quiet and listen I think and I send simultaneously.  Intuitive words get to be both answers and questions flowing simultaneously.

"Do you know what the darkness is?" I ask her gently one day when we walk together in the woods.

"Yes, it is The dark God!  But Mom, do not be afraid, because he will like you then.  Think happy thoughts and you will have the bright God in you!"

I stare at Olivia and almost trip over the tree roots in front of me as I walk.  I have never heard those words from someone before.

It felt amazing to hear these incredibly wise words come from my Olivia.

Proudly, I look up to the sky as Olivia has taught me to do. 

My lips move silently.  "Thank you Bright God for my Olivia."  I whisper.

That's Amore!

Picture; Olivia helping me at our Hospice with a former caged dog.

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Kärlek och ljus övervinner mörkret

Krönika

Redan som treåring lade Olivia sina små händer på min mage, när jag nämnde för henne att jag hade ont. Hon använde aldrig ordet healing, utan placerade sina händer med självsäkerhet där smärta fanns. Inga ord!

Olivia ber dagligen för vår hund Sven som ofta har epilepsianfall. Jag, i min hektiska värld, säger i förbifarten att det är supergulligt av henne att tänka på honom. Fortfarande som nioåring vet hon om förmågan som hon har i sina händer.

Jag tittar på Olivia med en blandning av nyfikenhet och beundran. 
“Mamma skall jag lära dig att be?” frågar hon mig.
Jag frågar henne om jag skall knäppa mina händer och blunda.
”Nej du behöver inte blunda men titta upp emot himlen och tala med klar röst vad du önskar. Var inte rädd mamma, för då bryter du din önskan.” 
Jag tittar utforskande på henne. 
”Olivia, vet du vem Gud är?”
”Ja, det är han som lyssnar när vi lyssnar?” svarar hon.
”Menar du som lyssnar när vi pratar?”
Hon skakar på huvudet. 
”Man kommunicerar också när man lyssnar”

Jag förstår först inte vad hon menar, men under min morgonmeditation inser jag vad hon har sagt. När jag är tyst och lyssnar, tänker och sänder jag samtidigt. Intuitiva ord blir både svar och frågor som flödar.

”Vet du vem mörkret är?” frågar jag henne lite försiktigt en dag när vi promenerar tillsammans i skogen.
”Ja, det är den mörka guden! Men mamma, var inte rädd för då gillar han dig. Tänk glada tankar och du har den ljusa guden hos dig”
Jag stirrar på Olivia och nästan snubblar över trädrötterna framför mig. Jag hade aldrig hört de orden från någon tidigare. Det kändes stort att höra dessa otroligt kloka ord komma från min Olivia. Stolt tittar jag upp emot himlen som Olivia har undervisat mig att göra. Mina läppar rör sig tyst.

"Tack du ljusa Gud för min Olivia." viskar jag. 
 


That’s Amore!

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WORKING FROM HOME Yippy Ya Yeah

Having your own office at home is wonderful, no doubt about that. 

Everyone think I am the luckiest someone who can read and watch TV whenever I want during the day. No bossy boss around me. However, not many people are taking your work seriously and sends reminders if I haven't answered quickly enough on FB or Twitter. --and it is dangerous to slip in there the whole time--you are getting hocked. 

Kids home from school--and "yippee" there are many and long holidays these days. When the kids are home I'm trying to go up at 04.00 and work until they go up around 0900. SO when I want to take one hour nap in the afternoon since my "mom shift" ends around 23.00 the whole house is going crazy, "Mom, you always sleep, its not fair!"

Some parents think its great if I pick up their kids since I am at "home" Or having their friends over after school. "They eat what ever you give them so they wouldn't be to any extra problems!" the parents says.

O....key!!!!

Trying to create my thoughts for finishing my manuscript with barking dogs in the background, fighting kids and asking if they can use my computer; "Mom it's not fair I don't have a computer, Lisa in my class (1 grade) got one in HER ROOM!!!.

When I come back the keyboard is sticky with peanut butter, or something "I don't want to know what it is"

And the lizards food in my office (I didn't put them there but everyone voted that since I had such a big office and my table was the only that was big enough) = crickets playing for me "let me out, let me out!" it is a kind of psych thing feeling over that. Especially when you are close to being Vegan! (and the crickets doesn't like can crickets--)

Despite all that, I am home if something would happen in school (with my children) and I can run over quickly--2 minutes run--. My children will always know that their mom is home, it gives them a safety feeling. For lunch I can hear everything that happened in the morning; who pulled whose hair, and who gets everything while they doesn't get anything. And...at lunchtime, I am still awake.



Regardless of all the craziness, I can have a glass (or two) of wine during my office hours in my coffeecup. That's Amore!

Now that is something!

EVERYONE HAS ANGELS IN THEIR HEARTS

                                Everyone has Angels in their Hearts

published 2014-07-03 Magazine Nara

Children have a tremendously beautiful, wise vision within themselves.  They're the light from the other side, which in His clarity has not forgotten truth.  Many children who come to this world still believe that it is the same energies here as on other side.  For many children, it is difficult to adapt to "our world".  My daughter Olivia is one of those who find it difficult to fit in to a “normal” world.

Olivia daydreams a lot, like she is flying away out of her body. And she thinks many things operate at too high a decibel.  She thinks there are too many injustices and is moved to tears easily.  Olivia loves animals, nature, and people; she sees the goodness in so much.  Even her teachers say that Olivia is different.  It's a difficult balance and many times very painful to watch.

Olivia has always been in close contact with the other side.  Even at age three, she talked about the things she saw that neither her father nor I saw.  The toys in her room started to play and several times the radio started to play when we had all gone to bed for the night.

Max, her little brother, is also very soft of spirit, and tries to fit in among the tougher boys here in the village where we live.

My kids and I were sitting at the kitchen table when Max suddenly exclaimed, "Mom, you have an angel in your heart!"

As always when my kid state these wonderful, fine clarities, I become speechless.  Olivia looks at her brother with her big blue eyes and says with deep richness in her voice, "Everyone has angels in their hearts!"

That's Amore!

LIFE IS A ROLLER-COAST

I am deeply sorry for this long delay in my writing on this blog.

Life is sometimes coming in between my thoughts, my actions and my day. I am incredible busy and most of the time content, trying to organize my life and my office desk.

My life seems to change the whole time and my routines are falling into peaces. Constantly laying puzzle with my time and wishes.  I want more time, more days...there is so much to do. I love life but not complicated people. I am trying together with great volunteers to save lives, and people complicate it. I am trying to get inner peace, and people seem to love to complicate it.

I adore being a mom. What a gift, what a hard task but oh dear so rewarding. More wrinkles and gray hair, but thank you Body Shop for your products, it makes mamma look just fine!

I love this painting! It shows that we can see the same thing but interpret it different. Life is not black or white.

I promise to update better. I am also on Instagram. You can follow me there; animalswl

That's Amore!

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