Category Archives: Fanoe My Home Island




I´ve just been out in the car, driving around the island, enjoying the sunshine, from time to time stopping the car, jumping out to put up a poster. Freezing wind. Don´t notice from inside the car, where all is sunshiny beautiful nature to look at, whilst singing to my favourite cd.

I´m hosting an event, soon, you see. A woman I met at a course 3 years ago, she teaches kids age 1-8 how to play the fagott! She trained to learn to play the instruments in the states, from one of the world´s best fagott players. (I don´t remember his name right now, sorry about that). She also does more general music workshops, she does talks on music for adults, and she is a professional musician. As well as a storytelling poet, a trained dietist and lots of other exciting things, she´s indeed a very interesting human being.

Well, I asked her if she could come to Fanoe and do a workshop with kids here, and maybe a round of those talks she does for adults, too?! And she could and she would! So now she will come here three Wednesdays in February / March, teaching kindergarten kids in the morning, and giving talks about “The secret language of Music” in the afternoon. She´s giving it to Fanoe for a very favourable introducton price.

She will be staying at my place, since her home is a handful hours away from here. So we get some quality time together, for some meals, talks, laughs, the two of us and with my husband and kids.

And I get to be part of her courses, going to the afternoon talks and also helping out with the kindergartens kids.

What is work?

It is “the creating of value” according to the philosopher who went into the greatest depth on the concept of “work”, Karl Marx.

(For the record, I´m neither a marxist or a non marxist, I´m simply a thinking person standing on the shoulders of giants).

I have worked to make this event happen, asking the course holder, then helping fill in the fund application form, then lots of talks on details, does the kindergarten have instruments, where will we hold the adult talks (a place with a piano would be best)… A lot of communication back and forth with the 4 participating parties. Then finally creating a facebook event and hanging posters up.

Value….. worth….. I have worked without pay, one may say, but.     What is pay? Money doesn´t have to be part of a situation for it to be a win win one.

My work in this case creates value for everyone involved. My friend gets a job, Fanoe Council gets a great offer and their name on the pr material, the kindergarten gets a free workshop, the kids get 3 wonderful wednesdays learning about music, the adults on the island get exciting talks on music, no entrance fee.

My pay is that I get to spend time with my friend, and watch and learn from her workshop and talks. I gain inspiration and knowledge. And more than that, it feels very good to have been a bridge between parties, who all get something good out of my spotting and seizing the opportunity. I also gain experience in organizing events.

So. What is work. Work is to create value.

Volunteer work is no less valuable than work one does for wages. Being a stay at home parent also creates a lot of value. In my view it should receive a paycheck from society. It´s an investment in the future generation that they have a parent who has time for them the first few years. But even though “society” doesn´t see it like I do (at least the middle aged, rich men who rule our society, don´t see it that way)….. even though there is no paycheck following the position of household leader, it is still a position that creates a lot of value, and it is equal to other types of work.

Me, I´m unemployed. No paid job to go to. But I most certainly work. I create value. In my two board posts, and in my setting up this event. In my parenting. In my cooking and cleaning, grocery shopping and vegetable chopping and eternal washing machine and dishwasher emptying and filling and emptying…

This blog also requires 2-3 hours every time I upload a new post. Which I aim to do at least every 2-3 days.

My sound healing practice takes time too. Is it work to be a student? HELL YEAH, I would shout. Preparing for an exam?? That´s a lot more energy costly than turning up at a factory or office 9-5 every day, I dare say. Studying takes a lot of time, and focus. You´re never really off, free, finished, until the exam is passed in a month or year´s time.

Parenting too is more costly than going to a workplace and be with other adults and do what one is told. No one interrupting you in what you try to focus on, no one asking for you to find this or that or just carry them every five minutes day and night. Parenting is WORK. The most intense work I ever had, and the most rewarding too. Work.

I  don´t mean this derrogatory to the people who work in an office or factory, though. I too have had jobs. Money is necessary. Jobs are good, many of them. I´m just saying that in my experience, the jobs I have had, required a lot less of me than parenting and studying did.

I don´t mean to generalize. Ever. Many factors matter in each individual case. No need for oversimplifications. I´m just drawing some lines from my own life experience, and maybe it can inspire some thoughts in you who read it. Like I am inspired when I read other people´s thoughts on their experiences.

To work or not to work. Is a silly question. Every human being who is not depressed or anxious due to violence from other people… Every healthy and happy human being wants to work! Wants to create value. It´s like we´re designed to be little creators. That big bang must probably be an all mighty one to make this whole wide world come alive, huh.  :o)

Life is valuable. Time is valuable.

“Say you don´t want no diamond ring, and I´ll be satisfied.

Tell me that you want the kind of things

that money just can´t buy.

Coz I don´t care too much for money,

money can´t buy me love.”

(The Beatles)

When we talk about the rich and the poor, the haves and the havenots… the real currency in my book, is love.

If a person has all the money ever printed, but no love, is it a rich person? Is it a happy person? Is life valuable to that person? When I pretend to stand in such a person´s shoes, which is my regular exercise when I want to watch with empathy at something… with no love in my life, no gratitude, no warm smiles, no authentic sharing with anyone… money would not mean a thing. I would feel cold inside. Sad and lonely. Poor. Unalive. Like the things that money can buy.

Work and money are two separate things.

Work and love are two interconnected things.

The feelgood of creating… value… to contribute… increasing the good…

Nothing wrong with money, either, though. For goodness sake. That´s not my point. I have nothing against money. Bring it on, the more the merrier. I don´t buy that money is the root of all evil.

My point is just that this habbit we seem to have, of thinking hierarchically, pyramid shaped, that the work that is paid for in money, is worth more than the work that is paid for in other currencies… it is an illusion.

There is no better than. There is no more worthy people and other less worthy people. We have to get over this idiotic narrowmindedness. We are all equal.

So let´s all just be proud of ourselves that we do our best, and allow our neighbours and siblings to do their best in the way that they themselves define it. This would be respectful.

And it would be treating everyone as equally valuable.

Equal value creators.

It would make our existence work better.

Work more peacefully.

This, in turn, would create a big value.

To all of us, equally.



The Incredibles on Fanoe


Fanoe is the name of the little island where upon I live. (I told you a little about it in Untrad. Jobapplic. Chapter 2). It is a special place in many different ways. Very active art scene, and cultural event scene, festivals, folk dancing, traditional costumes parade one day every Summer… It is an island proud of its past as a sailing ship harbour, ships were built here and the locals travelled world wide. Leaving women behind to run everything, So here, both the newspaper, book store, the two protestant priests, the leaders of the kindergartens, most restaurant owners….. many key positions are filled by women. (Apart from the town council, but. That’s an other story).

Fanoe looks a bit like Kardemommeby. Cinnamon Town. A play written by Norwegian Torbjorn Egner many years ago. It has cobble stoned streets, straw thatched roofs on what is called Fanoe Houses, with distinct half moon shaped windows peaking out from the strawhats… extremely quaint. There are lots of crinkly little streets, and tiny paths that seem to be private but aren’t, the locals use them like they use any other walking path, sneaking passed people’s gardens and back yards…

So in this setting, there is a thriving community. 80% of the 3000 people big population have moved here from other places in Denmark and abroad. That fact really and truely does make for an atmosphere different from other places. People have fallen in love with this place enough to move here. And they are looking to create themselves a new social circle and meaningful passtime.

Hence Fanoe has a great number of ngos. Groups of people, who together make a festival happen, of kite flying, or oyster gathering, or folk music, street theatre, food, the celebration of old traditions, blow cart racing,  Waterfront Festival with local artists, making workshops. landart… You name it, Fanoe has a festival for it! From spring until October we have lots of tourists come here, every Wednesday in July we turn the little town in the north end (there are three villages) into one big town party, with live bands, pony riding, a small train for the kids, barbecues, beer, the boyscouts selling pancakes, the locals having flee markets in their gardens, there is wine tasting and games, all different kinds of entertainment…

And when the tourists go back home, us “natives” draw a deep breath and relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. The dark season is windy on a small, flat island in the  WesternOcean, but it is a time for quiet, being indoors, creating books or paintings, dinner parties with friends we don’t really see in the Summer coz everybody’s got guests half the time… For me it’s the perfect balance. I love festivals and parties and happy people in crowds. But I also love and need for there to be space to go within; contemplation, meditation, creation. Inner conversation.


I have always enjoyed ngos. Going into co operation with other volunteers, to create something good. I was the leader of a local group of Sos Racism age 18-20. And worked unpaid for the student radio station  when I was in Uni. Many other things too. These days I’m part of a board of 9 volunteers who meet once a month and give out money! :0) Does that not sound like just a wonderful thing to be allowed to do?! The board receives 80.000 kr  (£ 7.000, $ 10.000, correct me if I’m wrong)… from the town council, which is for giving out to local cultural events and projects. If people want to make something fun for the islanders, they can get their expenses covered. Such as setting up a workshop for the kids in school or kindergarten, holding a poetry evening, making a meeting for veteran cars, setting up a storytelling session… anything. They just submit a simple application, and the nine of us discuss and decide how much support we can give in each case. I totally love that job.


To the point. Had to build this context for you first.

The Incredibles is, at this point in time, a group of 7 people. We have held meetings now for about a year. Because a young man had a great idea. He works with me in the above described ngo, and we had just held a great big 30 year anniversary party for the organization, inviting the whole island in, for a buffet delivered by all the foreigners who live here, 35 nations. And actually the number of artists delivering entertainment as a gift to the ngo on the stage, was 35 too. We had engaged about 100 volunteers to help out in the bar and kitchen, stage things, decorations… yeah… 100. And we bought aprons for everybody, off white plain ones that we got our logo printed on to. So a lot of the people present were visibly part of the organizing group. It was a HUGE success. House was chock a block entire day, start to finish. We had our own corner for the kids as well, which had been advertized, so people came with their families, and it felt like one big family gathering actually. On stage there was a very varied programme, something for everyone’s taste, and exposure to things one wouldn’t normally see or hear, like book reading accompanied by cello, for example… we also had an auction, and the money made went to the old people’s home, a fund established many years ago called Snapsefonden, a snaps… a wee one? A shot… The fund is used to buy wine etc for the dwellers in the old people’s home.

The climax of the party happened when the last act went on stage. It was belly dancing by the woman we all know as our tourist information desk lady. She was wearing this great bellydancer costume, everybody was smiling and clapping, suddenly she comes dancing down the stairs from the stage snd she shouts at us that we must join her and dance too! And immediately, I tell you, hundreds of people jump up from their chairs and we just burst into this wonderful freestyle dancing to Arabic music! Everybody just grinning. You don’t get a lot of those moments in a lifetime. After the dance, we all took each other’s hands and formed a circle, and we sang the local song always sung at the end of a party. It goes, “To gather and to part, welcome and farewell…” Very nice, old melody. After that a man played a tune on his bagpipe (!) signalling the party was over, time to leave. And then. I expected people to drizzle off and for the nine of us to start tidying up the place. But everybody just jumped to their feet and started taking tables apart, gathering garbage into binbags, taking chairs to where they were stored…. I mean. That´s just… plain… opposite of evil. ! It was mindblowing for me to see the guests involving themselves in the tidying up. We were all just very happy, tidying up like a whirlwind, finished in no time. Sweet!

Aaaaanyways. Yes. So we were sitting in the kitchen after this party, counting our money in the till, all nine of us, drinking wine now that our working day was done. Then we went over to one of the board members’ house, just across the street from the party place. And there it was, that my good friend the young man got this great idea.

He wanted to create a yearly event, not for the tourists but for the natives, open for visitors but meant primarily for the natives. A day similar to the one we had just shared, but mixed with other happenings as well. You see, Fanoe used to have a children’s circus that every June made a show in a big tent, and all the adults came and watched it, the local tv station filmed it, and so every child ended up on that stage and on tv, after months of focused work towards the show. It was a project run by the … sfo… the place school kids go to when school is finished, until their parents come from work. My friend Benjamin was also part of the circus when he was little. Many of us miss the circus, which has been gone for a few years now, due to some relocation  of buildings, staff changes etc.

Benjamin said he so much would like to see the children’s circus again, and we could invite the international buffet makers from the party we just held, and all the musicians and theatre people, folk dancers,  everybody! Call it Day of Diversity, for example. Celebrate the unique community we have on Fanoe.

One of the circus organizers was sitting at our table, and we all lit up as Benjamin presented his idea. One thing took the next, and soon he had gathered a group of seven people who sat down and started mapping out the idea and possibilities. To make a circus project together witht the school or sfo. Ask the old people’s club to make costumes with the kids perhaps. Invite sports clubs to arrange a competition or games of sorts on the Diversity Day. Maybe someone would like to make a competition of building something or baking a cake or… Fanoe has recently renovated its school, so there is a massive indoor space in the middle of it, that we could use until later years when we hopefully can afford a tent… we could have an outdoor stage for local bands in the evening… a man on the island owns two big and beautiful beduin tents, we could probably get him involved somehow… the idea is to engage as many as possible into this thing, so it becomes everybody’s event, where we basically celebrate ourselves. !

So we have been holding meetings. And this week we’re on local tv being interviewed about the plans. Posters and flyers are coming up. The Incredible will start up and become a formal ngo Thursday next week. Anybody interested can come and get an impression of the project. Become members for a symbolic price. Join work groups later, or engage in brainstorming to shape the event content. A lot of threads must be tied together, setting up co operation between different groups. But Fanoe is used to this, and good at it. “FireSouls” we call them, people who work as volunteers, who burn with passion for a cause. Fanoe has many such firesouls. Who can see the gifts received of joy and deep satisfaction from lifting collectively, together making something happen that could not be done alone. And without the main purpose being money.

There has also been a new reform in the school system in Denmark a year ago. Where it says that the schools are to co operate with local ngos. So there is the extra benefit to the project that we can help the school come into the new form more easily, supported by the citizens.

Isn’t this all just totally Incredible??!!

I’m very excited to be part of this. I filmed that children’s circus show two Summers when I first came to Fanoe in 2008. A three camera production. I remember feeling so touched. This massive tent, filled with wooden benches. All the grownups and siblings finding seats. All the sfo kids so proudly entering stage with their rehearsed sketches and tricks, dancing can can, acrobatics, jokes, singing….. standing in a corner above the crowd with my big camera on a tripod, I was shooting closeups of the children’s faces… imagine… it gives me goosebumps to think about it actually… then taking the tapes home, importing the material into the pc and start to edit the event, making everyone look as good as possible, removing elements that could make someone feel embarressed when seeing themselves on tv… I was so impressed with this island. My then only child was 4 years old at the time, and I felt so lucky for her she would grow up in a place like this.

So wish us luck! Good luck to The Incredibles. Good luck, Fanoe, with lifting our community through pulling together for a Day of Diversity where we all come together and everybody has a place, a role to play, invited to actively participate.

Dreams do come true, they do.



Untrad. Jobapplic. Chapter 2


Hello everybody in our international interaction-net. Or at least hello those of you who visit my site here now. You made me do something extremely out of character last night. My blog peaked, you see. It had more visitors yesterday than any day before. Like twice the amount of the last time it peaked! I dont´t know why! But it made me so happy that when I went out to our local bar on the corner, to listen to the jam session, then instead of drumming politely on the table like I usually do, I SANG out as LOUD as I could. !!

Hahahaha….. I´m actually still in shock. I can play the piano and hand drums, I can dance very well, and I did sing my own songs on my videopoem installation “Linking” (it has its own post, where you can watch it).

…. but I have never been attracted to stages…… something has always stopped me from stepping up into the spot light. Maybe it´s been an unconscious fear of rejection that has stopped me, actually, I just thought of that now. When I was in high school, I was bullied. Not very aggressively or severely, but I´m very sensitive, so it was serious for me, the feeling of not being wanted by any of the classmates… sharp comments when I answered the teacher´s questions… Maybe there´s something there. Because yes, it would have felt devastating if I would have felt that the musicians didn´t want me to join them.

Maybe the reason I dared yesterday, or felt like it, coz I haven´t actually been stopping myself before, I have just not felt like participating more than the drumming from a distance… Yes, the reason I did it was also that I feel safe with the people on stage last night, I know them from other contexts, one works in the kindergarten, an other is my girlfriend´s son, a third plays violin, harmonica and bagpipe with my husband sometimes… I felt safe with them, and I also have this new level of self esteem within, after that soundhealing I told you about in “My SoundHealer Inauguration”.

But more than inner and outer security, trust…. it was you guys. My readers. All your amazingly positive comments. I am gobsmacked. My inbox is overflowing with love! Appreciation, gratitude, compliments… I hope my replies reach you. Haven´t replied to all 350 comments (!!!), but I hope my replies lie open to all, so you can see how thankful I am to each and every one of you.

Many of you have shared my site with a colleague or a friend, others have been shown it by a father or a cousin. Some of you ask if you can share my post in your facebook group as long as you give me credit and link to my site, and of course, what an honour, I am … just… Please share, the further my words reach, the happier I am… so grateful that what I write can be of help to others.

I don´t have a clue how so many find my site. As I have said before, I just write, my darling husband set up a wordpress blog system or what they call it, WordPress anyway. And since then I just write, and have found out how to link to youtube now, and paste a photo. Hurray. Progress! I hear that some say my site looks strange through Internet Explorer,  I haven´t checked it out yet and either way I wouldn´t know how to solve it. Many of you say it loads surprisingly quickly, though, so I´m pleased with that.

I guess more and more people find my site because you readers tell your friends and family about it. That thought is a very heart warming one to me. I remember reading that the brilliant best seller book “The Celestine Prophecy” was printed by the author himself, and given to people. And people started buying copies for their friends, and that´s the way it grew into such a megahit. It´s almost romantic! All we need is Love… giving out freely, and good feelings grow and grow, spreading out like rings in a pond around a sinking stone…

Please keep sharing. Sharing is caring. That may sound a bit too rhymey, but. It´s still a little piece of truth. :o)

Quite a few of you have commented that you want to hear how it´s going after I put that jobapplication in the paper. It has not led to any concrete job offer. But what it has generated, is that people locally treat me differently! Very noticable. They feel they know me now, I guess. The amount of information I managed to tell in that open letter, normally takes years to learn about a person, doesn´t it. People smiled and con gratulated me on the “job ad” on the street, and approached me when I was delivering my kids in the kindergarten, asking me if I had gotten any job offers, and telling me about this and that, how her son was making a film at the moment for example… And one person came to my door, asking if I was ready to give treatments in sound healing soon, she had read in the paper I was doing Githa Ben-David´s course…

So. I´m more than pleased. I´m a known entity locally now. They know my qualifications. Or at least the qualification I claim to have. Hahaha… they also know I have nerve. And dare do things differently to how things are usually done. Which attracts interesting people into my circle. Like you guys. I really don´t know why that jobapplication post is the one that is hitting more reads than any of the other posts. I don´t mind not knowing this, though. I´m just incredibly happy there are people out there who value my writing. It´s a bit hard to believe. As I always wrote just for my own sake.

My husband says my ego is spinning totally out of control. Hahaha. No it won´t. But it is having a field day, a mighty good time with this loving attention from the blog comments, yes it is. And there is nothing wrong with that. Being accepted and recognized is one of the main human needs. I have experienced a lot of the opposite in my life. It is very healing for me to receive this huge wave of feeling understood and appreciated. My tribe does exist after all! Individual hearts around the globe beat in the same frequency as mine does. I am not alone. We are All One. <3

Right. I´m changing minidisc now. From “Tulku, Seasons of Souls” from 2002, to a Lee Perry anthology, his first words on track one; “Music to rock the nation….” LOVE that man.

I´m out in my  ListeningHut in the garden. 2 by 2 metres big. Gift from my husband. Best gift I ever received. The kids are inside, with their dad, the eldest girl is composing a song with him on the keyboard. He digs that line she said (described in A pre teen talk); “When I become a teenager, you must lock me up! Don´t let me out of the house!” So he wants to make a song with her based around those words… 🙂 I feel so blessed that he is a musician and music teacher. A very seldom man. Very tolerant and patient, no sarcasm or irony, total respect for children as equals. Not that they get to rule the house at all. But that they are shown respect and trust. Coz if they aren´t, how can they themselves show others respect and trust? Which are two very important ingredients in equal relatings. And any other kind of relating is actually completely and utterly unacceptable to me.

But back to the job application and its consequences. I´m still without income. But I have the luxury of free time. To write on my blog. And to study sound healing. Tomorrow I will go by train and meet up with 4-5 of my fellow students at someone´s house, and we will practice our learnt method on eachother. I feel so close to them. I have never been a group person, I have always been part of many groups, but moved alone. This sound healing group is like coming home. I love them! It´s an incredible experience. We have shared many intimate things. In our training it is essential we heal ourselves of old traumas, so that we can be “clean channels”, empty enough to allow Light through. Or how to say it. We have been in regression, facing traumas from previous life times. Witch burning, shaman left by his tribe on the ice to die, a small child scared witless from being left behind alone in a dark pyramide as part of a ritual they practiced in ancient Egypt, a human sacrificing in Latin America where she lay paralized, drugged, whilst waiting to be sacrificed, which  didn´t actually bother her in her drugged state, she felt it was an honour to be the chosen gift to the Gods…… yes, these things we have gone through, and with the person turning cries into long tones, our teacher guiding the person out of the trauma, energy blockages letting go and disappearing out of the person´s unconscious… We have shared so many intense, deeply personal happenings together. When someone else in the circle has similar energy blockages to the person in focus, they too start to cry. Cellular singing with domino effect. Then they too release their blockages, cry, join the singing… Githa´s trilogy is why I started this education. I think it is being translated into English as we speak. Extremely exciting stuff. 🙂

So. No money honey. Yet. But hopefully, this free time being invested in my blog and my course, will lead to moneyhoney soon. I do of course know that people can earn a living from blogging. And I hope that what happens is that advertizers just contact me if they want to advertize on my blog?? I don´t have a clue how it works. I have heard about Google Adwords and managed to open an account, but. No idea how to proceed from there. And it costs money to get adwords. Which I don´t have.

But if you readers keep sharing my site around, then maybe that will do the trick. That would be a great love story, if your sharing created a source of income. for me. Dream big, they say. Imagination is the only limitation.

Tomorrow I will test my fellow student´s massage table. I don´t have money to buy one of those either. But my husband says I can have one for my birthday. Which is the 25.this month. So maybe I will tell him I wish for the same as the one I will see tomorrow, as it´s a special offer Githa has organized for her students. The feeling that I really really need a massage table NOW, is new to me. Until that course weekend in January (My SoundHealer Inauguration post) I wasn´t sure at all whether I would embrace the role of therapist. But something just changed within me after that trance treatment. And now I feel confident and sure and excited to get going. An ACE feeling.

Yeah. So. The job ad. Has led to local good-will and feeling seen. Fanø is a very lovely place. 3000 people live here. In the summer we have 1 million tourist stayovers. (Not persons but nights of accomodation sold).  It is a holiday hotspot for Danes and Germans. Lots of festivals here. An ENORMOUS beach. Woods and biking paths. Peace and quiet. I love living here. 80% of the population are immigrants. Which makes it easy to integrate. People are open to building new networks. There are lots of artists here, attracted by the light, to paint. Many authors as well. Denmark´s highest level of education. And most active ngo place in the country, there are loads of clubs for all kinds of interests. The folk music scene is strong. We have our own local tv station! I must share some photos of Fanø with you some time. Or better, you should come over and feel this place. Many people keep returning time and time again to Fanø in their Summer holidays. And some of them end up moving here.

The job ad letter has served its purpose. I now know that people here know I´m unemployed and looking for work, and they know what I can be used for. Basically anything. I knew before I sent the letter that work here on the island is very scarce. But now I know that if something comes up, people may think of me and contact me.

Actually, one more thing has come out of it. The local glassblower, her name is Charlotte le Ceur, I have helped her a couple of holiday seasons, standing in the till… she says she will check out whether I can get paid practice as a glass blower´s assistant! Meaning she would train me for 6 months, and I would have a small wages in that period. And after that, of course I would be her assistant. !!! Which is actually pretty hard work. The oven is 11oo degrees hot. And you know, glass. Demands high concentration, or mindfulness, zen here and now presence. Which isn´t really a problem. But I´m rather clumsy with practical actions in general…. I´m a much better thinker than a handywoman. Which is lucky, because if my thinking was as poor as my practicality skills…. hehehehe…. But she knows me. And we have a great chemistry. So if she can make that option come true, then I will go into training as a glass blower´s assistant! Amazing Grace.

What do I hope for? A lottery ticket. I just have to remember to put a ticket in, I always forget. But even if I had limitless funds, I would still write this blog, and finish my education and see what that leads to. Because those things fill me with joy. They are passions of mine. The glassblowing…. I´m not 100% sure I do that if the lottery blesses me. But I will definately want to keep helping out in the till in her beautiful workshop-shop. Lovely meditative space. Tourists come in and just sit down on the floor and watch her and her daughter work, creating colourful, fragile, esthetically soul nourishing items. Which cost a lot. So they are precious to the buyers. And I then wrap the expensive things in cardboard and off-white cotton home sown little bags, which I close by tying a piece of brown string around the bag´s opening, and from the string hangs a label where I have stamped her logo with an old fashioned stamp….. just the sound of the oven and my stamping those labels…. it is a very relaxing place to spend time. And   I´m sure I will fall in love with being a glass blower´s assistant if it comes to it.

So that´s where I am now. I will tell you how everything develops. And call the post the same as this one, only chapter 3. Clever, huh?! :o)

I feel so proud, so grateful, so satisfied with myself. Hahahaha… Maybe I should write a song about it. And call it “Ode to my Ego”. Egos are useful things. They help us materialize our will. They just need to be held on a leash. But they must be allowed to celebrate success. Every feeling must be allowed to pass through our systems. But that subject deserves a blogpost of its own, an other fine day.

I will keep on posting. Thanks to your comments. Your encouragement and uplifting, is very motivating for me.



An Untraditional Jobapplication


Today, when the weekly local paper comes out, it will contain an open letter I´ve written to everybody living on the island of Fanø.

Here it is, translated into English: (I will copy paste the Danish version straight underneath this translation, just scroll down if you prefer to read it in Danish).

Dear Fanø

I come from the west coast of Norway, and have lived on Fanø now for seven years. I am very happy here, living with my husband who lived here when we met, and our three little children, two of which were born on Fanø in 2010 and 2012. I have stayed at home looking after my young ones, with the support one can get from the counsil, for that purpose. I have always wanted to be at home while my children were little, and I am very grateful that I have been allowed to do so. However, now it has come to an end. My little boy started in kindergarten in October, and I must find a source of income.

That´s why I write here now, an open letter to everyone on our island. Because it might happen that there is work for me  here on Fanø. Then I could work part time, and keep my halftime kindergarten slots, the kids staying there from 9am to 1pm only.

I am educated at the University of Bergen. In social sciences. (Anthropology, comparative politics, organizational psychology and media science). I have worked in kindergartens, as a teacher, in old people´s homes, fish factory, as a secretary and in various shops. I have worked quite extensively in the field of film production (voluntarily and professionally, short films and documentary), and I have always written poems and songs.

Since I came to Fanø I have been cleaning summerhouses for a couple of seasons, I´ve made tv programmes for Tv Fanø, I have been a movie operator in Fanø cinema, and sometimes I have helped out at Glaspusteriet (the glassblower´s). I have been a board member in Fanø Kindergarten, and I´m still a board member in Kulturelt Samråd, it´s my 6. year there now. I held an exhibition in Fanø Artmuseum spring 2011, together with fine artist Margit Enggaard. I self published a book for the exhibition (poems and short prose in English), and made a video installation with my poems and songs linked to filmclips of amongst other things, Margit Enggaard’s paintings. The Summer of 2013 I published, together with two other people living in Nordby, the first app about Fanø, which is a walk through town with lots of historical facts and anecdotes. (My role was recording and editing sound and video).

So. I´m thinking that it can´t be totally impossible at some one can use me for something or another, here on this island. As a personal assistant, for example. I have a good temper, love people, I am responsible and considerate. I can make songs or a film to order. I can translate texts from Danish into Norwegian or English. (For an impression of my English language, check out I am service minded, I easily learn new skills, and have an allround positive attitude. I enjoy conversations about life´s challenges, but can also be quiet. I don´t smoke, and I have a driver´s licence. I´m currently studying vocal sound therapy under leadership of Githa Ben-David.

20 hours per week would be perfect. 9am to 1pm five days a week. But less will be welcome too. And if it has to be more hours than 20, of course I would really like to hear your proposal.

I hope that you, my fellow citizens, will look upon this letter as a sign of what is good about Fanø; that we can be ourselves, and be personal in our relating to eachother. If I myself had money, and needed help with something, I could easily see myself responding to a letter like this. Maybe there are more people like me on Fanø. I think that´s very, very possible. And as we know; as long as there is life, there is hope. “There is hope in a hanging fishingline.” (Norwegian proverb).

Friendly regards from

Lene Kaltwasser Henriksen


Yup. That´s what I wrote. Danish verision follows below, like I said. It is very exciting to see if something good can come of this. Fingers crossed. Lucky is my middle name. What will be will be. Let it come.



Kære FanøJeg kommer fra den norske vestkyst, og har boet på Fanø nu i 7 år. Her trives jeg meget godt, med min mand der boede her da vi mødtes, og vores tre små børn, to af dem født på Fanø i 2010 og 2012.
Jeg har gået hjemme og passet mine små, med den støtte fra kommunen man kan få til det formål. Jeg har altid ønsket at være hjemme mens mine børn var små, og det er jeg meget taknemmelig for at jeg har fået lov til. Men nu er det slut. Min lille dreng startede i vuggestue i oktober, og så skal jeg finde en indtægtskilde.

Det er derfor jeg skriver her nu, et åbent brev til alle på vores ø. Det kan jo være at der kunne findes arbejde til mig på Fanø. Så kunne jeg arbejde deltid, og fortsat have mine små i halvdagsplads i vuggestue/børnehave.

Jeg har uddannelse fra Universitetet i Bergen, i samfundsvidenskab (antropologi, statsvidenskab, organisationspsykologi og medievidenskab). Jeg har arbejdet i børnehaver, som skolelærer, på plejehjem, fiskefabrik, som sekretær og i diverse butikker. Jeg har arbejdet en hel del med filmproduktion, (både frivilligt og professionelt, kortfilm og dokumentar), og jeg har altid skrevet digte og sange.

Siden jeg kom til Fanø har jeg rengjort sommerhuse et par sæsonger, lavet udsendelser for Tv Fanø, været filmfremviser i biografen og indimellem hjulpet til i Glaspusteriet. Jeg har siddet i Fanø Børnehaves bestyrelse, og sidder stadig i Kulturelt Samråd på 6. år.
Jeg lavede en udstilling i Fanø Kunstmuseum foråret 2011, sammen med Margit Enggaard. I den forbindelse udgav jeg en bog (digte og kortprosa, på engelsk), og lavede en videoinstallation med mine digte og sange koblet til filmklip af bla. Margits malerier.
Sommeren 2013 publicerede jeg sammen med to andre Nordbyboere, Fanøs første app, nemlig en byvandring med fakta og video om Nordby. (Min rolle var optagelse og redigering af lyd og video).

Så. Jeg tænker at det er vel ikke totalt umuligt at en eller anden kan bruge mig til et eller andet her på øen. Som personlig assistent, for eksempel. Jeg har godt humør, er glad for mennesker, er ansvarsbevidst og omtænksom. Jeg kan også lave film, eller sange på bestilling. Jeg kan oversætte tekst, fra dansk til norsk eller engelsk. (For indtryk af mit engelske sprog, se Jeg trives med kundebehandling i butik, lærer nemt nye færdigheder og har en positiv grundholdning. Elsker kulturprojekter. Er god til at indgå i kreativt samarbejde. Er glad for samtaler om livets udfordringer, men kan også være stille. Jeg ryger ikke, og har kørekort. Er under uddannelse til vokal lydterapeut under Githa Ben-David.

20 timer per uge ville være perfekt. 9-13 fem dage i ugen. Men mindre vil også være velkomment. Og skal det være flere timer, vil jeg selvsagt også rigtig gerne høre forslaget.Jeg håber at i, mine medborgere, vil se på denne henvendelse som et tegn på det som er godt med Fanø; at vi kan være os selv, og være personlige i forhold til hinanden. Hvis jeg selv havde penge, og havde brug for hjælp til et eller andet, ville jeg sagtens kunne finde på at respondere på et brev som dette. Måske er der flere som mig på Fanø. Det tror jeg er meget, meget muligt. Og så længe der er liv så er der håb, jo.

“Der er håb i hængende snøre”. (norsk ordsprog).Venlige hilsner fra
Lene Kaltwasser Henriksen
Galeasevej 4




A new everyday life


The following day, after my motherinlaw died so dramatically,
my two and a half-yearold son Linus-Ferdinand, had his first day in kindergarten.
Nothing like a good contrast. Life goes on. However much one can´t stop onself from crying in the grocery store. Which in many ways is a good thing.
Not the crying, necessarily, but the being forced to continue living as if things still were ordinary, as if things were in order. Life carries on. And proves to you that you can indeed carry on. Even when you feel sure that you can not. There is relief in having to focus on something earthy, some task that demands your attentive presence. The waves of sorrow take a break.

We are so lucky with our kindergarten. My daughter, now four and a half, went there too, in the young-ones-area, before she moved over into the group for older children. She never EVER actually shed a single tear when I left her there. She barely had time to say goodbye.
Not so with my son.
He absolutely does not want me to leave. He really likes all the people there, and the toys, the music playing, fruit eating, their tiny little toilet… and especially the outdoors playground, with a shed full of bikes, police cars and other way kool things to ride.
He just wants me to stay there with him. Available.

So far I have stayed the first hour or two. First day I didn´t leave him at all. Next day for half an hour only. He is big enough to understand I will be back. He´s helped deliver his sister in kindergarten ever since he was born. But all kids are eased gently into this group. They are great at taking it slow, allowing each child´s different needs to be considered.

I´m just looking forward to when he stops holding onto my clothes, screaming, when I tell him I will leave now. As soon as I´m out of sight, of course he stops the protesting. As he realizes it is futile, he´s lost the battle, mom did go. Outside the closed door I pause, relieved to hear his crying stops after half a minute.

He is my third child. My two daughters have been far more robust than him. More independent. Or what words can fit this issue. My son is very… sensitive, but so are my daughters. He´s more… clingy…which sounds negative, but… I mean he´s very close to me, holds on to me, needs me physically close to a larger degree than my girls did when his age.

They do say that children are different. But it is actually hard to imagine my kids being different, before I have experienced it. They are treated similarly at home, hence they should be similar. Haha… I do know that statement is… incorrect. Of course. I´m just describing an emotional expectation. Every person is different. Siblings too.
I think it´s because a we do not consist of genetics and cultural upbringing only. We are born with… a soul. We are souls, born into human bodies. We are not empty at arrival, filled and formed by life. We are already complete beings at birth. Call it soul or call it something else. Consciousness, for example. We each bring our individual consciousness with us.

Our family of five were on a plane home from Spain this easter. At take off, as my son felt the plane lift from the ground, he said “Me scared!” That adjective is amongst his first fifty words or something like that! I was so surprised. My daughters are never scared. Apart from that time I took my then 3-yearold firstborn into a “ghost train” ride in an amusement park. Big mistake. She jumped around my neck as soon as our cart entered the darkness, and didn´t see a single glimpse of it, she just heard scary voices of witches and skeletons, and her mother going “It´s not dangerous, dear… it´s only theatre, you know, like your films at home…. oh look there´s a puppet that looks like a witch, oh those red dots in all that smoke are not eyes, darling, their just little red torchlights made to look like scary eyes…” Poor child. Stupid mother.

I just didn´t realize she would be that scared. It took months and months of reading a library book about a girl who found a ghost house in the woods and wasn´t afraid no matter how much the monsters tried to scare her…. we read that book for months on end, discussing that ghost train ride several times a day, the noises she heard, and how that witch above the door “spat” at us last thing before our cart came out into the sunlit safety again.

But apart from that.
Lately my son has gotten afraid of darkness. As he was outside at grandma´s the other week, and from the dark garage, his sister suddenly came running out. He keeps saying to everybody we meet: “It only a girl… eeeh Viola! eeeh dark! eeeh scared!” (He uses the “word” eeeeh to fill in his blanks).

Ever so cute. And he may be as he is, of course he may. And must. There will be no more little sibling after him either, so there is plenty of room on my lap and in my arms for him to seek shelter there. I will comfort him and talk him through things, as much as he needs. And then, suddenly, or rather, gradually, luckily… he will grow into a confident young man who won´t hold my hand in public anymore no matter how much I beg him to. So I will have to enjoy his need for me while I can.

There´s still one more hour before I go pick him up! And Viola. Who is next door, in the same building. Getting 3 hours off… is such a rare thing for me. Haven´t had that since… whilst pregnant in 2012. Last two months before he was born. Soon it will be four hours a day without my kids. Every day! Mindblowing.
Today I have spent one cd tidying the guest room, and organizing washing. Then I spent one programme of Dr.Phil having brunch. Commercial breaks spent tidying utensils back into kitchen, emptying dishwasher, restarting my netbook here, ready to write a new blogpost as soon as Dr.Phil was finished.
Love that guy. He helps a lot of people. Today he made a mother and a father realize they were guilty of child abuse and needed help. Dr.Phil helps a lot of children. He uses the television medium in a way I wish more people did. To spread important information on how to heal.
Some times he gets a bit moralistic. But not often. He is influenced by his cultural upbringing, as we all are. In those cases, I just switch off and return to watch him another day.

A whole hour more. I think maybe I will set my alarm clock,
go to bed with a good book, and have a catnap if it happens.

And so she did.




Yesterday I went into my netbank to see how much money I have left, and discovered I have not been paid this month!! It is my last payment before a year of support stops, so it really threw me. And gave me a taste of what it will feel like to be me in October.

I´m quite good at not worrying about things. I trust that thinking positive will create positive results. But it certainly is a challenge, moving towards no income, in a time like this, where so many are unemployed and struggling.

The local flowershop, just twenty metres from my home, wanted someone, so I applied, but only part time and from October, so they have  found another one. I am also not trained in flowerings (or what it´s called), but it seems like a peaceful job, colours and scents, quiet talks with customers, who want to buy flowers to express their emotions for someone, romantically or a funeral, or… just to cheer up themselves… I thought that could be a nice thing to learn to be good at helping people with.

But that train has sailed. (Quoting Austin Powers). Next move I will make, to find income, is to write an open letter to my fellow islanders in the local paper. Letting everyone know I´m available and searching. Maybe there is a person like myself on this island, eccentric enough to respond to a letter like that. I know that I would gladly employ a person for some hours a week if I had money, and could do with a pair of helping hands, doing dishes, writing letters, pushing my wheelchair…  I hope this strategy will be a success.

Coz if it isn´t…. Then the next step will be the dole office on the mainland, in Esbjerg. Have some meetings with their consultants to plot out my options. Take a masters degree in social anthropology or media science, f.ex. Or get a trainee job in a local tv station. (I make shortfilms, videos, photography and editing. But self taught, so I need more technical skills to apply for proper tv jobs).

Thing is, as soon as things are placed in Esbjerg, there is a ferry schedule included in each end of my work hours. And I want to keep my two littlest ones in kindergarten for half time only, for the next couple of years. Ideally, if at all possible.


Except for these plans of action, what I´m  REALLY gonna do, is collect my Norwegian poetry and send it to an author in Norway, who is known to advice writers on where they should send their scribblings. I have self published a book in 2011, but I realize I completely and utterly SUCK at selling the book. So I want to find a publisher who can help me spread the word, so to speak.

My self published book is written in English. And I have found a publisher who wants to turn it into an e-book. So it can reach people who actually read English. And hopefully it will sell. And if it doesn´t, at least it may be read, in the e-book library lines, and that is more important to me.

I am participating in a couple of exciting cultural projects as well. Making apps, for example, promoting my Danish home island for tourists. Giving them local information through their mobile phones.

And I´m part of a group or two of enthusiastic people with great ideas, for happenings, performances, festivals…

So it´s not as if I´m lacking interesting things to do with my time.

All I´m lacking is money, honey.                                                                                 Must be funny. In a rich  woman´s  world.

I´m in the middle of educating myself as well, actually. In 18 months time I can call myself  “a vocal sound therapist”. If I get all my case results together. Very exciting education. I will certainly talk more about that later.

So is this blog gonna be all about me myself and I? Probably, yes. Write what you know, as they say, the wise.

I´m first and foremost on this planet to increase my consciousness, of my self, my Self and of LifeDeath. (my word, just jumped into life this moment).

I support two things that the beat poets used to say:

Write your life.


Make the private public.

I believe in sharing our life experiences, to help each other learn and grow. I believe life is too short to make shallow conversation. I believe that sharing one´s truth, strengthens both the talker and the listener. Breaking taboos. Expressing feelings, fears, joys…

That´s what words are for…. (almost quoting a famous song there 🙂

This blog will find its own form as I keep typing along. I will for sure add photos and videos when I find out how to. And present my book and film on a page.

Be patient with me and my ramblings. And let me know your opinion on what I write, if you feel like it. I hope to find out how to get back the function of comments real soon. I effed it up installing a facebook sharebutton plugin. Big sigh. Until that´s back in order, you can always reach me on or find me on Facebook; Lene Kaltwasser Henriksen.

To be reachable or not to be reachable

is a central question in this our

new age of communication.

Bottom line.    :o)