My Leonard Cohen


Leonard Cohen. My world´s very best singer and poet. Thinker.
Here he is interviewed in Mt.Baldy, the zen monastry where he lived for a few years.

First time I “met” Leonard Cohen, was in a music video for his then new song “I´m your man”.
Hmmm…. I can´t find an official video for the song on Youtube… is my memory failing me?
Has it been a tv programme where they have shown images of him walking whilst we heard his new song?
I don´t know. I think it came out in 1988. Here he is singing it in 2009:

To me back then, at 16 years of age, and still today, it is the ultimate lovesong from a man to a woman.

I bought his album and fell in love with every song on it.
Since then I have bought all his albums, the older ones, and each new one as it arrived.

I have seen him in concert twice in Denmark, 2008 in Århus and 2013 in Odense. Amazing to be in his presence. The energy of the listening audience. The respect he shows his fellow musicians, the warmth in his words between each song. His punctuality, starting every time exactly on the dot as announced, and playing for 3-4 hours, then coming back to gice us more when we can´t stop clapping……. what a man.

One of my very favourite songs of his, is one from his last but one album, Old Ideas (2012).
Called “Going home”.

In this video, he is singing in a hospital in Ireland. Which gives it extra meaning. As I read the lyrics, it´s about going home to the existence after life… The subject changes between God and Leonard, the song is a conversation between the two… “Going home without this costume that I wore… to where it´s better than before… home without my burden, home behind the curtain…”

Here´s my favourite from his newest album, Popular problems. “Born in chains”:

The list of his songs that have moved me deeply and for ever, is so long.
Take this waltz
Dance me to the end of love
In my secret life
Dear Heather
So long Marianne
That´s no way to say goodbye
Famous blue raincoat
Like a bird on a wire
Tower of song
Love itself
The nightingale
A thousand kisses deep

Many more for sure… these are just the ones that come to mind immediately as I try to think of some.

Mostly I have listened to him one album at the time, and listening to the full album through and through.

Like Dear Heather, the album. From 2004. Which was the year I got pregnant for the first time (2.of March) and gave birth to my eldest daughter (22. of November). I listened to this album a LOT throughout the pregnancy and the first year or so of her life.
And when she was born and had nights of unease, unable to sleep, this album would soothe her and make her quiet and relaxed, as she knew it so well from the months inside the womb…

Especially this song, rested deep in my soul in that periode. Also a very difficult time for me, as the relationship with her father was such a complicated one.


Yeah, Leonard Cohen… his music and his words have a special place in my heart, and always will have.
I love his book too, “Book of longing”, with poems and sketches.
And I LOVE the documentary where he has the voice-over; “The Tibetan book of the dead”.
I feel connected to him. Spirit to spirit.

His probably most famous song of all, is this one.

It was to this song, played by a coverband in an Irishbar in Bergen 28/4-07, that I first felt the arms of my now husband, around me. He had asked me to dance during “Living on a prayer” by Bon Jovi, but as we entered the floor, they switched to Hallelujah.
And we smiled and moved closer together and danced the tune. And when they finished playing, we were holding eachother unbelievably close. And we just stood there and did not let go of eachother.
For several minutes, waiting for another song to dance to.
But it was the last song of the night. So we had to let go in the end. Walked outside together and stood talking. Wanted to go to a club, but it was already 03 in the morning and nowhere to go. We agreed he could walk me home. Outside my flat we sat on a park bench for several hours talking and kissing, before I went inside and to bed, and he went back to his hotel room.
We smsed. And he left for Denmark next morning, but returned ten days later to visit me for five days. When he left, my daughter and I jumped on a ferry two days later and came and stayed with him for another ten days.
After that he came to see us as much as he could during that spring and summer, all July for example, joining my Summerholiday of visiting my family and friends around Norway… And in August we went to stay with him in Denmark, not knowing when we would return to Bergen. In January the following year, we decided I would move myself and my daughter, our life to Denmark, to build an everyday life together.

I told him that if Leonard Cohen ever comes to my door and wants to live with me, then he must be allowed to. My husband laughed and said that of course Leonard may stay with us if he wants to, and sleep in our bed with us too, totally fine.
And with that promise secured, I married my beloved.
Whose last name is Leonhardt. And who is a gifted musician with a beautiful, deep voice with which he sings his self made lovesongs to me.

I want my Leonhardt to Dance me to the end of Love.


Your past is just a story


I was going to tell you about a children´s play in the woods that we went to yesterday, each year they set up a show in a huge tent, and more than a hundred people participate as actors!

But my phone and WordPress won´t co operate today it seems. So that story will have to wait.

In the meantime, I will share with you a chain of good posters…

Such as this one:

past is just a story

Quickly followed up by this one:

Tolle, present in the moment

Then this one:

build the new socrates

And this one:

happyness starts with you

I find these posters compact in meaning…
In just a couple of sentences they give me plenty to ponder and ways to wonder…

Let me just conclude it all with this one:

the right kind of weird


Housewifing on a sunny day


Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh………… It is WARM OUTSIDE !!!!!! Oh me oh my this winter has been a long one!!!!! But NOW. I hope the sun decides it´s time to keep shining, not just give us a day a fortnight of vitamin D and then hide behind another autumn storm again…


My garden at the moment. See the stripey blue and “sandy green” (What kind of coulour name is that?!) hammock in the back, left hand? Got that in the mail yesterday. Our old one simply tore when we put it up this spring. It has also lasted a few years, so I forgive it. 🙂
The hammock is so popular with the kids and all their friends, so I will have to hurry up with this blogpost so I get time to lie in it before they come home from kindergarten!

Got the washing up as well. (And the dishwasher is humming its way through a load of dinnerplates and lunch boxes). Good mama! Deserves an hour in the hammock, yes indeed! (How to avoid feeling guilty for relaxing)…


Yesterday I went bananas in the grocery store!
As everything was half price!
Because they have built a new, much bigger store, and so now they empty the old one. I was there 08.30 in the morning, and there was no parking spaces left! Hahaha…. I had to wait to get a trolly. And then I joined the happy frenzy in there, people just filling their trollies to the brim with the items still left on the emptying shelves… treasure hunting… I bought lots of items that I normally don´t get because they are too pricey. Like dried strawberry pieces, and seaweed and sushi ginger, chilli mayo, spicey dressings…
Got some stuff for the barbecue (and hurray, today is a barbecue day)!…

Shot a short film in there. Feeling a bit nervous of filming people, although the law says one may film in public spaces, I would not publish such a piece if someone was seen picking their nose or something. I like to think I have a high ethical standard, and counsciousness of not hurting other people´s feelings.
If someone I filmed came to me and asked if I would remove it, I would.

But here you are. An impression of our goods-empty, people-filled grocery store yesterday morning.
Quite a fun experience. I also met a lot of co mothers in there… 🙂

Well. I think I will finish up here and get out into the sunshine. Tank up on warmth and vitamins.
Haven´t seen sun like this since August, I reckon. That´s a frickin´ 10 months! Imagine that!

Then later, I must marinate those big chicken thighs, and when my eldest girl comes home with her best friend, I hope they want to make a smoothie with all them frozen berries I got yesterday and that are taking up all that freezer space. We are going to have to do some serious eating this weekend, to plough through all that half price stuff.
That´s what we in Scaninavia call a “luxury problem”. 🙂


A brave poet; Arnulf Øverland


Arnulf Øverland, the Norwegian poet. His maybe most powerful poem. “You must not sleep!”
In this video, he reads out the poem himself.
His voice and the soulfulness in it…….. it gives me goose bumps.
Together with the words, he makes me cry. Time and time again.
Such clarity of thought. Communicated with such depth of feeling.
He has my total respect and admiration.

This video has English sub titles.
The visual side of it is…. okay, but lacking in my view. Too monotonous. A bit lazy.

Here is an other version of the visual side. Which has some good ideas and some ideas I don´t get.
The music set to it is emotionally fitting in my view. And we get the poem in writing. Which I always appreciate in videos of things where the words carry important meaning.

Here is an English translation of the poem.
Written by Lars-Toralf Storstrand

Dare not to sleep!

I was awakened one morning, by the quaintest of dreams
‘twas like a voice, spoken to me
It sounded afar – like an underground stream,
I rose and said: Why do you call me?

Dare not to slumber! Dare not to sleep!
Dare not believe, it was merely a dream!
Yore I was judged.
The gallows were built in the court this evening,
They’ll come for me — 5’ in the morning

This dungeon is teeming,
And barracks stand dungeon by dungeon
we lie here, awaiting, in cold cells of stone,
We lie here, we rot, in these murky holes.

We know not ourselves, what does lie ahead
Who will be the next one they’ll reach for.
We moan and we shriek: But do you take heed?
Is there none among you who’ll hearken?

No one can see us,
None know what befalls us.
Yet more:
None will believe – what the day will bring us!

And then You defy: This dare not be true!
That men can be utterly evil.
There has to be some one with merits pure
Oh, brother, you still have a great deal to learn

They said: You will give your life, if commanded
We’ve given it now, for naught it was handed
The world has forgotten, we’ve all been deceived
Dare not to sleep in this hour – this eve.

You oughtn’t go to your business hence,
Or think: What’s your loss – or what is your gain?
You oughtn’t attribute your fields and your kine,
Nor say you’ve enough – with all that is thine.

You oughn’t abide, sitting calm in your home
Saying: Dismal it is, poor they are, and alone
You cannot permit it! You dare not, at all.
Accepting that outrage on all else may fall!
I cry with the final gasps of my breath:
You dare not repose, nor stand and forget

Pardon them not – they know what they do!
They breathe on hate-glows, and evil pursue,
They fancy to slay, they revel with cries,
Their desire is to gloat, when our world is at fire!
In blood they are yearning to drown one and all!
Don’t you believe it? You’ve heard the call!

You know how infants will soldiers remain,
While dashing through streets, fields, chanting ‘bout pain
Aroused by their mothers‘ assurance of glory
They’ll shelter their land – and they’ll never worry

You know the fatality of the lies,
that glory and faith and honor abides
You discern the dauntless dreams of a child,
A saber, a banner, he’ll flaunt them so wild,

And then they’ll leave home for a rainfall of steel,
‘Till last they hang ragged on barbed wire will,
Decaying for Hitler’s Aryan call,
That is what a man’s for – after all…

I couldn’t imagine – too late now it is
My sentence is just: The verdict’s no miss
I believed in prosperity, dreamt about peace
In labor and fellowship; love’s fragrant kiss
Yet those who don’t die on the battlefield,
Their heads for the axeman, will certainly yield

I cry in the gloom – if only you’d knew
There is but one thing – befitting to do
Defend yourself, while your hands are still yearning,
Protect your offspring – Europe is burning.


I shook from the chill. To dress, up I rose
Without stars were shining, so far, yet so close
‘twere simply a brilliant ray in the east,
Admonishing warning from the dream that just ceased

The day that soared up from earths furthermost strand
Augmenting with blood — and with firebrand
It grew with terror – like a breath that was lost
It seemed like the starlight – was slain by the frost.

I weighed: Something is imminent – and it’s dire
Our era is over — Europe’s on fire!

Arnulf Øverland, «Den Røde Front», Tiden Norsk Forlag 1937.

Translated by Lars-Toralf Storstrand.

I finish this post with one last videoclip, of the man himself, Arnulf Øverland.
Being interviewed by a Danish journalist.
No English sub titles here.
But it gives you an impression of this brave poet.
Remember he published his poem first time in 1936, while Hitler´s fascism was on the rise.

In the interview he talks about how, when he was young, poetry was all about “feeling the spring, being one with the nature”, the subject matter was flowers and love, but he felt at that time that poetry should be about things people had a need, a craving, to hear about.

He thought it was a poets task to bring the public and litterature closer to eachother, to connect with the reader, and touch on important social issues, such as f.ex. the poverty which was a big part of Norwegian´s lives at that time.

He also talks about the tendency of modernist poets to drop rhymes and rhythm, and says it can have its use, but rhythm has such a strong effect, that it´s strange to him they choose to drop it to the extent they do.

And he thinks that once the meaning of a poem becomes cloudy and the reader has to guess what the writer has meant, and even the writer may not himself have a clear vision of the meaning in his words… then he cries off, he says.

But he says he is an old man now, one becomes milder with age, soon he will go to heaven, so he is practicing being good, and does therefore not want to critisize the young people but allow them to continue their own path until they themselves discover it can be a good thing to write so that the reader can understand what they mean.
And there are already signs, he says, that some of the young ones are trying to work with rhyme and rhythm again, with good outcome…

One of the greatest Norwegian poets. Arnulf Øverland.


Living space


grønt soverom

This looks like a good place for some dreaming of good dreams…
I would love to sleep in a bed like that, in a room like that. Every night would be fine. 🙂

There are a lot of inspiring homes out there. This whole new trend of building tiny houses by oneself, free from big expenses and debt…

Here is one I found on Facebook this early morning. It must have been such a love story for the couple to create this home together!

The house I live in is pretty quaint and cute too. Straw thatched roof, built in 1789, used to be a post office, later on it was used as a pension, where all the nautical school students came every day to eat dinner. It is an old Fanoe house, recognizable on the straw thatched rooftop and the half moon shaped windows peaking out “underneath the straw hat”…

Here is a picture from the front of the house:

galeasevej 4 forgård

And here is one taken from the garden…

galeasevej 4 fra haven

It is quaint and cute, and the garden is fantastic.
Yet the whole of first floor has walls only 30 cm tall, it´s like a tent upstairs. Very cosy. But not very practical when there are no walls for shelves or drawers…

I have always wanted to have a library. I have a lot of books. Mainly in the genre self help. But also poetry collections and top class novels. I have gotten rid of books many a time, so I do not hold on to any copy of anything. The ones I keep are books that have moved me deeply, made me realize important things, that I plan to read again or need at hand just to be able to look something up.

Well, my library can not be in this house. At least not until the children have moved out.

I have for many years, every since I lived in Bergen, imagined myself in a house which was just mine.
Where all decisions are my own. And there is room for a big desk surrounded by booksehelves, and video editing equipment, and a meditation space. Preferably overlooking the ocean.

We will see. First I need some money.
Until then, I am planning to rent somewhere away from home, where my massage table can be, standing ready for my sound treatments. And a desk for typing and video editing. And to cover the walls in that space with shelves for my books.

That way I can have a work place “to go to”. Which will feel good for me after all these years working from home having little children interrupting me. Also, if I got my work things out of here, there would be one more bedroom for a child to reside in. And with books gone from the frontroom, we can easier do the renovation we are planning, of moving most of the frontroom into the kitchen, so we get a functioning dining space for our 5 kids´ family and our kids´ friends that they often invite for dinner…

Yeah. Dreams.

travel as much u can giraff

I love to travel as well. So. If I had to choose between my own house and travelling, I would choose travelling, no hesitation. But one is allowed to wish for both, isn´t one. Both travelling and a peace – and joyful private office cottage space.

older u understand who u r is the thing

Life is more than anything an inner journey, isn´t it.

Priorities need to be clear.
Material wishes must not be confused with emotional needs.
First things first, and no hurry no worry.
What will be, will be.



The Corner Bar on Fanoe (Hjørnekroen)


hjørnekroen jam collage

This is a photo collage made by my bonus daughter Maria, from the jam session at Hjørnekroen (The Corner bar) last night. (Maria is on the middle picture top line, whilst I am on the picture diagonally down to the right from Maria´s, sitting together with my darling soul brother Benjamin.

There is an open for all jam session first Friday of every month, and it is always such a wonderful happening. Some times I sing on stage there, other times I stick to just drumming on the table, or dancing… I feel very welcome there, I know all of them from lots of different contexts, the man with the violin bow there for example, is our friend who builds violins that I mentioned in the post “the first soccermatch”… I think I have written about the jam sessions before on the blog as well, was it in the post “Goodness Gracious”?

It is sweet to have a local bar to belong to. I had The four crosses when I lived in Menai Bridge on Anglesey, Wales, and I had Finnegan´s Irishpub in Bergen. Where you come in and know the bartenders and there is always a big chance that friends will drop by and suddenly you´re in the middle of a party of 20 people, getting merrier and merrier into the sunset and beyond, moving on to a place with a dance floor…

Here on tiny isle Fanoe we don´t have a dance floor. Or not a club anyways. There are parties in the 3 different village halls, but mainly with folk music (Fanoe has a proud folk tradition, as I have described in the Soenderho-titled posts)… I have to learn the folk dances. Coz most nights, these folk dances is the only dance one can do, all night… I miss the dance floors of Bergen, with reggae and latino rhythms to jump around to… and some proper trance and dub, like in the student union in Bangor when I lived in Wales. And the private outdoor trance events in the countryside outside Bergen…
I LOVE to dance. But rather free style than set steps. Though I do enjoy that too.

Here´s a little video I shot at the 30 years anniversary of Hjørnekroen (The Corner Bar), back in April i think it was. Such a truely great evening. All the ex bartenders from the past had been invited to come and pour some beers, and they came from all over the country! The bar was full of flower bouquets and other presents… And they rigged up a karaoke machine! I think I sang duettos on that thing for several hours that night!

Here´s that glimpse of the athmosphere…:

I feel so lucky to have Hjørnekroen in my life. It´s located just 100 metres from my house. I don´t go there a lot, just for the jam sessions once a month, and special occasions like the 30 years anniversary or a quick couple of beers on the way home from a festival gig or an ngo meeting. Some times I go there alone, and sit by a table and write for an hour, then go homw again. But that´s very rare these days, I don´t have time for it.

Community building. New ideas shared. New friendships made. Yes I do appreciate a good local.


A meditative state of being


I adore this man. Allen Ginsberg. The beat poet.
I have not read all of his stuff, no. I can´t say I know his work. I haven´t even watched all the films about him on Youtube. He´s sitting there in dialogue with very interesting people, I can see. I will watch that when I get the time. And absolutely read more of his beat as well.

The reason I love him so much, is that I accidentally came to a concert he had at “Hulen/The Cave” in Bergen. In 1994, I think it must have been.
And he sang the song I have linked to here. “Do the meditation amd learn a little patience and generousity…” One thing is the great lyrics, another is the charming melody. But his energy. His radiating in a way that makes me feel moved, makes me smile and listen up and feel alive.

That´s why.

meditation u lose these things

I learned to meditate at age 20. All about that can be read in my blogpost “Temple zen la Gendronniere”.
I learned to meditate and to practice awareness, presence in the moment. Zen.
It has made a huge difference in my life. One that I am extremely grateful for.

quiet mind soul speaks

Shiny, still mirror
Sword slashes the autumn storm
Smilingly quiet

(A haiku I wrote, 1992).
After reading a book called Meikyu shisui. “Blank mirror”.
Or was that just a concept in the book “The sword of no sword”?
Either one or the other.
I entered the knowledge of meditation through the martial art iaido. Japanese swordmanship.
(That too is described in the post “Temple zen la Gendronniere”)

This song, “Maya”, is in itself a guided meditation, in my book! To listen and drift with it, practicing REALLY listening is good exercise into being aware in the present.

Tolle, present in the moment

Eckhart Tolle. I love his books and his youtube talks… Few have managed to talk about these matters with his level of … clarity …

water settle, mirror...Rumi

Rumi… Such an amazing poet…

I will finish this post with one last piece of music.
This is the song my daughter no.2 was born to, at home in water, 8/4 2010. Viola, her name is.
A song I often listen to when in the bath tub or shower.
Singing along to it makes me feel relaxed and meditative.
It´s all about that breath. Singing long tones is a good tool.

So many ways to meditate. Be alert, some call it cat consciousness… total presence. Whilst at total rest. Like a cat. 🙂
It doesn´t have to involve sitting still in a lotus. That´s difficult to us westerners.

Osho has many tips for ways to meditate, to turn within, still the mind.
Many of them are playful, where the mind gets to be a part of the process, gently being pushed aside but with a loving smile. Reducing the fierce resistance the mind/ego will come up with when it feels its control is threatened.

To try and explain the inexplainable.
Tao te ching is one of my absolute favourite books.
Here is the text on page one, wrapped in meditative visuals and music…

One of my favourite meditations when I was younger, was this one:
(Only in the version we did it in Bergen, we would sit down and be still, instead of standing like a statue. The contrast from all the movement feels tremendous, and a lovely empty spacey feeling filled my mind and body, I remember… The finishing up in free dancing, so soul soothing… This meditation allows freedom to express emotions in a very helpful way…

Okay. I could go on and on I see. Let me return to that meditative song my daughter was born to.
Meditation is not necessarily an activity that you do.
It is a state of being.
With practice, one becomes better and better at it, and then a busride can be the perfect place for tuning into a meditative state of being, or walking in a garden can, or feeling raindrops on your skin…
Aware in the present moment, with a silent mind.

(I recognize the part of you in which we are One).


Crossed Over



The photo is from my sound healer inauguration (read more about it in the blogpost with that title).
Each of us lit a candle, to symbolize our wish to work for the light.
A lovely and powerful ceremony.

Last night, 01.00 am, one of my sound clients died.
The one I talked about in the post called Sound healing course no.9 (out of 12).

Her husband wrote me last Friday and cancelled the appointment we had scheduled. As she had been hospitalized. He said she was very satisfied with the treatment I had given her, and she wanted to come again once she was better.
I wrote them an email. A very openhearted one. And apologized if it was too openhearted in the difficult situation they were standing in, but that it is my humble conviction that when facing such an overwhelming goodbye, it is better to say things directly when one feels to express something, than to be too careful…

He sent me an sms today.
Saying she crossed over peacefully last night.


Her candle on earth has been blown out.
Freed from her broken body she now flies.
One with the Light of Home.
Life between lives.
Birthed into beyond.

Welcomed by her family and friends on the other side.
Dwelling by her grieving loved ones left behind.
Great relief, overjoyous to see clearly now the rain has gone….



Body Image


not get out alive

Until I got pregnant first time age 32, I had a perfect body (in my own view at least). Slim, athletic and strong, a size s/m, which I could slip into a pair of Levi´s and a funky t-shirt, and that was that, ready to roar and to score. 🙂

I never wore make-up or high heels. As I think those shoes are uncomfortable and unhealthy and unpractical. And lipsticks smells weird, and mascara smudges and I don´t feel I have all that time to spend in front of a mirror. (I wear mascara and an eyeliner sometimes when I go to a party, that´s as far as it goes).

Well. Now that I have born three children, my body has changed. A lot and for good. I suspect.
No more slim waistline. And a few kiloes heavier than before.
Just after I stopped breast feeding, I have all three times gone down to the size I was at age 25.
But sadly, the weight has changed back up again a few months later.

I do eat healthy. Very little fat and sugar. Lean meats, chicken, fish, fruit and vegetables mostly.
I´m cutting down on the wheat. Dark bread in smaller amounts. If pasta and rice, then darker looking versions. Not so much potatoes either.
Not too sure it will help loads.
And you know what?
I can´t be bothered!

I refuse to go jogging. I HATE that activity.
I would love to dance more. But don´t have a lot of time for it.
(And if it happens at night on a dance floor, I will be quenching that thirst with drinks full of calories oh yes I will)!
I do those…what are they called in English… kegel exercises… I recognize they are vital.
I would do badminton if I could find a friend and a time that fits my young children schedule.


freedom is being yourself

I do not allow anyone to tell me what I´m supposed to look like to be accepted.
Men just look like themselves and no one thinks about it.
It is not my duty to look pretty!

a real woman

As for what about the feeling of being sexually attractive?
Well, in my (not so humble) opinion, being sexually attractive does not have that much to do with the way your body looks. It´s got more to do with the vibe you send out, your self confidence, your radiating that you feel at home inside youself, you look at people with a spark in your eyes, showing you have plenty of energy and a sense of humour, and you can see straight through anyone, into the child within that each of us truely remains at core… That´s attractive to me. That´s sexy.

Yesterday I went to the mainland to see my dentist, and the weather was all wet and windy, more autumn than June look-alike… After the dentist I strolled the walking street, grateful to be out and about all alone, not having to deal with kids´ requests all the time… I decided to go into my favourite café, Queen Louise´s, at Esbjerg´s town square, and when I came in, the perfect corner table by the window was standing there waiting for me!

This was the view I had, from my Chesterfield sofa:


So I ordered a pint of a brilliant lager (“Fynsk forår”; “Fyn-ian (Danish County) Spring”)…
And as I usually do, I wrote a few texts.
It is the most relaxing thing to me. Pen and paper, alone at a café table, those soothing noises of people chatting in the background, some 80s pophits on low volume…the sips of beer..adore it.

Here is one of the pieces I wrote, which is why I write about this issue Body Image today:

Body Image

Maybe you think my ass is too wide
or my face a bit wrinkly or my tummy too big.
But “sexy” is a quality I carry in my stride,
in my glance when it lingers unafraid where I want.
My body´s my ship, it´s no longer a new one.
But this captain has eyes that have conquered and won.
My hips love to dance and my lips they have humour.
Sexy becomes me, I will never be done.

woman her own best friend


Slogans on environmental caring


holland animal bridge

An animal-bridge in Holland… Very inspiring…

government against environment

Why is it that corporations can sue a country for not allowing them access to pollute its nature?
Society is sick… Corporations are wealthier than nations… we need to change our laws…

protected environment

Perfectly put.

feel an animal´s soul

Don´t most of us see it this way?
It is my impression…

wood funeral

Speaks for itself…

mother earth mothers day

We need to respect our mother.
Or else she will no longer be able to care for us.

need and greed gandhi

We know what the problem is.
Human greed.

earth is my country

A central part of the solution:
To look upon
the human race as One.

And then to decide, that our future generations
are more important than the profits of corporations.

fascism capitalism

When all we really want,
each and every one of us,
is this: