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An Instrument of Thy Peace


Good morning, dear blog-readers of mine. ­čÖé

It┬┤s 07 Sunday morning here now, on this little Danish island. Autumn holiday started Friday. So why awake this early? I┬┤m a B + person, enjoying long sleep-in mornings and long, creative nights with teacups… But. I went to bed 9 pm. So I┬┤ve had 10 hours of sleep. Hence gettting up now is lovely. House quiet, all the holiday people sound asleep for another couple of hours. Alone-time for mama. Precious. ­čÖé

I wanted to share with you a movie from One can share film links for free with friends, 3 times every month. Yet the link said it┬┤s expired. Hmmm. It is a film about Highly Sensitive Persons, featuring Alanis Morisette and the author and inventor of the concept; Elaine D. Aron. Wonderful film… Let me see if it┬┤s on youtube, you never know, you know.

My Goodness, YES it IS !!! Here:

You MUST watch this. One in five of us, they estimate, is born highly sensitive. I am one of them. In Elaine D. Aron┬┤s book, called “Highly Sensitive Person” (HSP) there is a lengthy personality test one can take. I did, and I cried my eyes out, as it perfectly described my childhood, feeling different,┬á alone,┬á misunderstood.

20% of us!!! So if you are not HSP yourself, your spouse, your child or your friend might be. And they need you to understand them.

Like I said, I saw the film on

I pay a low fair monthly, and that┬┤s the tv I watch. Nothing else. Apart from youtube and Facebook. Basically. On Gaia they have collected spiritual films and tv series. About the unanswered questions we have in life. Mysteries of pyramids and geometry, research into whether aliens have been captured on earth, but to me it┬┤s the films like the one just shared, that grab my attention. And about kundalini, chakras, energy healing, sound healing, mediumship, channeling, documentaries about amongst others Krisna Das, Madam Blavatski, and Yogananda… So when I┬┤m exhausted, my favourite thing is to curl up in bed with my laptop and watch something on Gaia. ­čÖé

Friday my course in VBS – Visionary Business School – ended. Or. It was the final live q and a – call from Ryan in San Diego. Where all of us 500 students can raise our hand by pressing a button on the screen, and he will coach us 1 on 1, whilst all of us listen…. I never raised my hand, though. I don┬┤t have a business yet, and hence others need the coaching more than I do. I have lifetime access to the course, which contains A LOT of material. So I shall keep studying, in my own pace. Ryan Eliason has my deep gratitude for this course he┬┤s made. Teaching me to look at marketing as a part of being of service. And teaching me most importantly, that business doesn┬┤t have to be a place of competition, greed, manipulation and cynicism, but can be heart based, honest, friendly, co operative and empathic, gentle. Business can be built as a “win win win” (my word, invented NOW. ­čÖé ) Where I can make money on providing value to equal citizens, at the same time uplifting our shared ecosystem / human consciousness.

Other than that, I have been headhunted into a company that sells high quality natural remedies for the body. I pay attention when things walk into my life, as I have asked  Source to help me find income. I will try to use these products to practice selling with my heart. Providing valuable information and being unattached to whether the prospect (possible customer) wants to purchase or not. I just want them to have information. The decision is theirs only. And they will decide when they feel ready to do so, not pushed by me.

Other than that, I┬┤m translating from Danish into Norwegian for a Danish ticket system company. Work from home, well paid. Wonderful! And I love to write. Translating between the two languages also teaches me this and that about Danish that I didn┬┤t know. So. I appreciate this job.

Other than that, I┬┤m involved in rewriting the local politics on the culture-sparetime-sports field. Meaning attaining meetings with the council and other volunteers in the local ngos.

And I┬┤m going to organize a big conference, presenting local culture, September 2020. With one local ngo, I┬┤m the leader of. We will start having meetings about this project soon. It seems far into the future, but. It will take a lot of planning. I want the process to be enjoyable. Love brainstorming. And to do something good for my community.

Other than that… Oh yes, a friend of mine is researching into creating a rather exciting concept… if it pulls through, I will be a part of that. Which is quite a big thing. That I can┬┤t tell you about yet. ­čÖé

Other than all this going on, I still have my 3 little school kids and all their homework, and spare time transport, to take care of. Cooking, shopping, cleaning house and clothes. I wish I had the money┬á to have an au pair. A nice person who could just help me tidy up and clean the house. That would have been a great help. I tend to not prioritize dusting and cleaning the floors…┬á Like an adult extra daughter. But then I would need a bigger house too, there is no room here where she could stay. And also, of course, I don┬┤t have the money to pay her either. But. It would have been lovely. Housework is important, and I am not good at getting it done the way it should.

Other than all this, I┬┤m also still the leader of the local green party. We have the mayor, so we need to support her in her work. Meaning a lot of meetings, and keeping an eye on local media, updating our facebook page, our debating group etc. I love this work. Our mayor fellow party member, is competent, authentic, and has integrity. A true joy to co operate with her.

So…. you can see why it is I don┬┤t update this blog as often as I used to. But I will always return, and hopefully life will be less busy in times ahead…. I think I will build myself an online space for healing. Or therapy. For selling information products and services. I┬┤m in the process of finding out what it will take, with the VBS material. On the 5.of December I have a meeting with a Danish guy in Copenhagen, whose course I also bought, about making online courses. So I shall have some good questions ready for him at that date, I┬┤ve decided.

I hope to get more time to write. Morning pages, poems and songs. As well as online courses and blogposts. I think it will all come the way it is supposed to. I accept life as it comes. And I know I┬┤m always lucky. ­čÖé Mindset work and affirmations. Love that stuff!

This post became a bit word heavy, didn┬┤t it. We need a song or something, hang on…

I love this song. Especially the lyrics from the prayer of Frans of Assissi, isn┬┤t it? I put this song on high volume in the stereo in the bathroom and sing it in the shower! Haha… Very uplifting and empowering. To a weird and wonderful being like me. ­čÖé I gave birth to one of Snatam Kaur┬┤s songs: Mul Mantra. At home, in water. Sweet memories.

(The title of this blogpost is taken from this song┬┤s lyrics. An instrument of Spirit┬┤s Peace. Is what I see myself as being. A lightworker. Helping increase inner and outer peace).

I think with this I will love you and leave you. Hope to connect with you again soon. If you want to follow what I share more frequently, you are welcome to send me a friend request on Facebook. My name is Lene Kaltwasser Henriksen. I also have a fb page for my vocal sound healing: Kaltwasser Vocal Sound Therapy. And I have a page called Kaltwasser Soul Healing Circle. And a fb page for my blogposts as well, where I share my new posts, then it┬┤s easier to know when there is news happening on The blog┬┤s facebookpage is called Kaltwasser Heart Matters.

Take it easy & take care! Let me tune out with a tune. I love this woman here. Saw her live a month ago and bought her cd, which I listen to all the time. This is the title track of the really good album Enjoy!


Ciao for now!


Family concert Odense 12/5-18: SO good :)


Hello friends

Such a fantastic morning here now. Warm breeze crossing the island, eastern wind, hence not from the ocean, so we can expect high summer temperature today, so my husband informs me. There┬┤s a scent of sea in the air. And sounds from so many birds! I┬┤m sitting on a sunbed in my garden, grass has not been cut yet this year, been so cold until very recently. Good for the insects. And for my bare feet, this soft green garden carpet… And the sound of the wind caressing the grass and the leaves on the trees…

So much to be grateful for: It in turn makes me so grateful. Hahaha…

Jason Stephenson. I listen to him quite often. Mostly his sleep hypnosis. Hereby recommended. ­čÖé

But right now, that gratitude meditation is a bit too introvert and slow for me. Coz I was at a concert yesterday. Which has left me all high and happy. A family concert with Rasmus Seebach, Danish popstar. We gave the tickets to our 8 yearold daughter as a birthday present. Which all five of us then shared. We have listened to his latest album for a month, waiting for the gig date. His album that he┬┤s written for his newborn son. About how him and his mom became a couple. About grand dad, who is a famous popstar too, that passed away a couple of years ago. About when his woman wanted to leave him and how grateful he is that she stayed… This guy dares to talk about feelings, emotions. And I think this is what makes people love him so much. This, and his great melodies, often in a reggae or latino rhythm. Yes, man. He┬┤s cracked the formula. Consider me a fan. (Which to me is a word of compliment. Of respect and appreciation. Not some hierarchical concept where I put other┬┤s worth above my own worth. I don┬┤t do inequality).

Here, have a listen to one of my favourite tunes from that album:

I just LOVE the way he talks about my own younger years in house parties and in queues in front of clubs, and he times it to the 90s by saying “when Ace of Base was fire, fire…” ­čÖé
His lyrics are loving, philosophical, funny, self ironic, and his way with making rhythm with words is rather ace. Of base.

He sings in Danish. I reckon if he did stuff in English (or does he? I don┬┤t know his work that well, my daughter is the one who┬┤s turned me on to him…) Well, I reckon English speakers too need the messages he puts out there. Not many, especially not men, go into emotions at the depth and understanding that he does.

There was a children’s pit in front of the stage yesterday. Only people below 150cm where allowed in there. They all sang along to all the songs!! Very moving to see. Don┬┤t know how many thousands were gathered yesterday, but the park was teeming. Selling candyfloss and slushice, and very expensive hoodies in pink and pastel blue, that hundreds were wearing, he must have made a fortune. (Beer counters stood empty, I┬┤d rather be the candyfloss salesman yesterday, than the alcohol salesman)! ­čÖé

Think I┬┤ll leave u here.
Got more to tell u but will make another post for that.
Have a brill Sunny Sunday out there today. Enjoy the birds and the flowers. If none of that is where u are, then go within.
There is always light in your inner silence, your Higher Self.
One Love.

(Photo is from when us in Kulturelt Samr├ąd, local ngo, gave a welcome party to our newly arrived citizens from Syria. 16.of April 2016. A very fine day. This is Malik, he now lives in Nyk├Şbing Falster and is a great dancer).


“The man with the scar”


I was just at a lecture. For 2 and a half hours. With a very charismatic, warm hearted man. Called Peter Bang.

He spent 30 years of his life abusing drugs and alcohol. Grew up in violent home. Moved out after beating up his father at age 16. Was a big shot in the local night life, selling drugs, buying sportscar, speedboat and motorbike. Went to jail. Ended up on heroin to try to escape his inner emotional turmoil. Lost all his money and became homeless. Got the right to treatment in the end, after seeing his girlfriend and closest friends die around him.
Now been clean 5 years, and he helps reach out to young drug abusers whome “the system can┬┤t get through to.”

A very moving and incredible lifestory. But. What impressed me about him was that he said: “Strength lies in the heart. I used to think it was about muscles, being good at fighting. But I was wrong. Being vulnerable, daring to stand by myself and show openly that I am a human being who makes mistakes, and who gets hurt… that is what strength is.”

He said he speaks from the heart in his work, building trust with patience and honesty, and that he can read people, whether their words fit with their eyes. He can feel it when people lie.

He said he always used to feel wrong, like he didn┬┤t fit in, didn┬┤t belong. And alcohol and drugs made him lose inhibitions, not be shy, made him feel on top of the world.


“I couldn┬┤t be inside myself”, he said. So many bad emotions, of guilt and shame. Self blame. In his childhood he was not allowed to show emotions, had to deal with them alone, in his room.

Escape. Numbness. Trying to avoid hurting. To avoid caring.

I learnt a lot today. Not least, how we need adult men to stand up and talk about what a real man is. That a real man cries, and that it is better to act from a peaceful heart than to act instantaneously on one┬┤s thoughts and actions. That one has a choice, to remain positive, when attacked.

He has a page on Facebook where he shares his thoughts. “Manden med arret”. It┬┤s called. I┬┤m keeping an eye on this guy. Deeply inspiring. Very grateful.



About NearDeath,by Ben Breedlove



Woke up 7.30 today, totally rested after 11 hours of deep sleep. (Okay, I was awake 0130-0330, coz I went to bed so early, 8.30 pm. So it┬┤s 9 hours of sleep really).

But yeah. I love to wake up and feel finished with resting.

Went downstairs with my 5-yearold, made us tea, and he wanted as always to watch kids┬┤tv, so. Then I enjoyed two cups of coffee and a roam around Facebook and Youtube. Sweet passtime activity.

And then I discovered Ben Breedlove. Never heard of him before, this Texas teen. He┬┤s moved me to the core and I┬┤ve shared his story on my Facebook wall today.

Do you know of him? 12 million people have watched his youtube videos, that he made a few days before he died. (He already had a youtube tv channel apparently, and a good following. But it went viral only after he died, as I read it).

Don┬┤t worry about watching these, they are very uplifting. Moving. And joyful, is a word I will choose. Hear him (or watch his smiling face as he holds up written sentences), tell us about his near death experiences….

He was born with a heart disease. And cheated death age 4 and age 17…? I think it must be….


Here is a  news story about the phenomenon of young Breedlove.
They say in the end that after this farewell video, a whole wave of youtube videos were made, same style as his final one there, with text cards…

Here you are:

I have, since my own teens, read a lot about near death experiences, research made by pioneer Elizabeth K├╝bler-Ross and Raymond Moody, especially. And lots of books about reincarnation, people remembering events and places from previous lifetimes, and this shows agin and again ┬áto be provable…

This story is just one of many, many similar ones. But it is recent, and video is a unique, great communication tool, for giving insight and instant emotional understanding.

Watched 12 million times. Reported in 2013. Is like. Wow ? For the lack of more articulate expression…!

Right. Just watched now his sister Ally┬┤s speech at his funeral. It is one of the best funeral speeches I have heard. Positive. In the middle of her grieving.
She┬┤s also written a book about her brother, after he died.

Their family is obviously of Christian faith. I love the words of Jesus and what he stood for. Equality, peace and love. I┬┤m not a christian. Or maybe I am. As well as a taoist and a zen buddhist. But it doesn┬┤t matter to me, what language we use. Love is Love. All is One, Love. To me.

I end this with a video from his advice channel… so cute… !! And funny…

I will definately check out more from  mr. Ben Breedlove. Wise for his age, his thinking of high ethical standard. I even want his haircut now!
Hahaha…. Why not. I┬┤m considering cutting it short anyways. His haircut is ace.

Or was.

Probably it┬┤s even better these days, on the other side, grooving in a suit with his favourite rap star Kid Cudi….

I salute you, Ben. Your gift to the world is truely wonderful. Giving a lot of peace and hope for all of us, who without exeption will follow, when our time comes.




The African Me



Lis┬┤nin┬┤to Mattafix. Fantastic album from… 2005? Great lyrics, dub rhythms, great melodies…

And I just realized, about four minutes ago, that I so miss my African friends!
I read a status update on the facial… ­čÖé … My Namibian mate Jade wrote something about political resistance on the streets that he was part of as a student ┬áin South Africa years ago. How, although he holds university degrees, he disagrees, with the system of bowing down to a head master or other authority that he sees as part of a system of surpression…

It made me remember how he and I used to sit together, and Sherif from Gambia, Baboucarr (also Gambia), the good Richard Asiimwe from Uganda… Eliman from Ghana… I had quite a few African brothers when I lived in Bergen. Some were lovers, for sure, but certainly not all of them.

Jade and I were not. He had a girlfriend. At least one. Haha… But he and I were “just” mates. Hanging out in my bedsit, passing pipes, watching a vhs tape I had, of a brilliant reggae concert, talking about southern Africa contra Bergen/Europe, we were both writers, and into philosophy (he studied philosophy in Bergen Uni)… we drank beer and went dancing into the early hours, and he would crash on a mattress on my floor… (We went to parties at his friends┬┤ places as well,┬áand hung out with Leela and Indian Namito… dancing a LOT)!

Big heart and a very wise mind, my Jade. I miss him a lot.
We┬┤d both worked in radio stations as well. Activists in political ngos. Many things in common. And many thoughts to exchange, and so much laughter to share…!

That┬┤s one of the main things I miss about hanging with my African friends, actually. The way they laugh. The total surrender into laughter, slapping one┬┤s thighs and laughing with full power, throwing one┬┤s head back……

There are parts of me that go unexpressed now that I don┬┤t have these people around me! I have always felt very connected to Africans. The rhythm, somehow. The ways of being social. The sense of humour. Depth, honesty, open about personal issues…

I just now wrote to the only female true friend I have who is African. I know a few, but I don┬┤t really know them well, they are mainly friends of Richard┬┤s. Bless his light, he passed away from us in 2013…….. Yeah, I truely miss him too. But that┬┤s different from Jade, as Richard and I were lovers at one point. Kindred spirits as well. But more than just mates. Long story. I wish it had been longer. I miss you, Richard. Your heart of gold. You taught me some important things.

I just wrote to my only female African friend, and she is very much alive, thank Goodness. Her name is Sunday. Even just her name brings a smile to my face.
To a white girl my age, her name automatically reminds me of one of my favourite books in childhood, Robinson Crusoe. And his only fellow human on the desert island; Friday.

Sunday is an incredibly interesting person. I have rarely felt closer to another woman. Although she is quite a bit younger than me. From Sudan, grown up in Usa. I met her om a train station in Denmark, and the ten minutes that passed before my train arrived, were just magical. Instant and total connection! I found┬áher on facebook, and a week or two later she came and visited me and my family for a few days! How great is that?! I love it when people do stuff that I would do. I don┬┤t know many that would just come and visit like that, apart from my crazy self. Haha! ­čÖé
We had a great time together here. She helped me out at an event called Diversity day, helped us with bartending, and suddenly it was clear she was a great singer as well…
So she joined the jam session on stage… Yeah.
And another day, we went in my car to my favourite place, which is the old cemetary (I have written a blogpost about it before, with lots of photos, you should go there, it must be in the category “Fano my home island”)…
Yeah, we went there. And sat and had “weird” conversations about clairvoyance, syncronocities, spirit…6.sense experiences…

I┬┤ll have to find out where she is in the world now. Last time we were in touch, she was in Sweden… She┬┤s an academically talented person. And artistically. And spiritually sensitive, or how to put it. My favourite mix. My blend, my tribe.

More to say about this?
Not really. Just miss those vibes, those people. That part of myself.
I┬┤m working on getting a playlist together. And shoot/edit a video installation to fit the playlist, and then get it to a dancefloor near by. Not enough dancefloors here in rural Denmark! And not a single place where they play decent stuff, i.e. those reggae trip hop dub heart beat beats…

Hmmm…. I was hoping the link would show the picture straight. It┬┤s a link to Pinterest, which I have just discovered. I love it there! A wonderful tool for manifesting and visualization!

Text says something like;

Phone rings, and dad picks up the phone: “Eeeeh my broda!”

I miss that sound of “Eeeeeeh!!” ┬áI miss the big laughs. The heartful authenticity. The slapping of thighs. The smiling and playful dancing.

I can┬┤t find a suitable photo in my archives here and now, to make the full stop for this post. Let me see if I can find a youtube vid, then, to illustrate my thoughts.



What travelling gives me


It┬┤s 05 am. Been awake since 04. Still jetlagged. Not badly but. Gone to bed last two days knackered at 8 pm. I then woke at midnight, slept on and off, and wide awake since 04.

I don┬┤t mind at all. Returning home after a month in Asia, jetlag makes the transition smoother somehow. Dazed, walking from room to room in this castle (compared to having lived in one room the five of us, for 4 weeks)… emptying suitcases and filling and emptying the washing machine every two hours… It feels nice.

I will write another post about Vietnam impressions, I think. But I need to load photos into mac first, and.

Right now I just feel to write about the effect of taking a month travelling.
I think I will go for list form again. Helps me think.

1. It is relationship developing. Team building.
And strengthens both the group as a whole, and the bonds between each individual. I am a lot stronger connected to my 7 yearold now. And her and her 5 yearold brother too, have a noticably greater understanding for eachother. Our 12 yearold as well. A lot more peaceful after being heard and seen so closely in environment undisturbed by friends and school teachers.
There is much better balance between my husband and myself. And as we have had to resolve all ocurring issues in front of the kids, they also have a strengthened understanding of who he and I are, and how we work together.
Travelling for length of time and going somewhere where not everything is laid out from start and taken care of by tour guides… it is the best investment, in family life of parents with children, in my book.

2. I have changed.
My focus was shifted and hence I discovered new distances to some things, and a need to walk further in certain directions. It was very helpful for me to turn data roaming off and only relate to facebook in wifi free areas. (Reception area of resorts, and some restaurants). I discovered that reading about Danish politics stresses me. So I shall do as little of that as possible in the time ahead. Not because I don┬┤t care, but because I care deeply and feel strongly, and it is difficult for me to accept I can┬┤t change the grave mistakes politicians are making these days.

3. I met a mystic
who… taught me a lot in 2-3 hours in a small hostel lobby in Hanoi. He is an elderly man who travels in Asia 6 months a year, giving workshops in something called family contellations. A reiki master, tantra master, engineer (!), psychotherapist and philosopher. Of education. I can┬┤t quite explain what he said and did and what it meant to me. But it… is a big deal. I will practice the exercises he showed me. And research a couple of thinkers┬┤ theories. Most importantly, certain realizations just clicked into place within me, and… has given me… new perspectives to work from.

4. Learning about cultural differences
especially together with kids. Is so… eye opening. “They do it differently here.” Everything. And things we take for granted at home, simply are not part of these people┬┤s lives. And vice versa. Bargaining the prices. Toilet routines. People thinking the kids look exotic and asking them to pose with them in selfies. People who are unfamiliarily helpful, warm and funny, or get offended without us knowing what the bleep was the issue. All very eye opening, increasing consciousness about the world and our place in it.

5. Leaning about nature┬┤s variety
The sounds and the smells of a jungle. The heat of the sunrays. The huge ants, and beetles. If you leave something sugary out on the porch, there will be an insect party there in the morning. The humidity. Nothing dries, everything is moist and it doesn┬┤t matter coz it┬┤s warm and no one gets ill from the wet and cold combo. Taking a shower several times a day to cool off, and to rinse away sand, sea salt, pool chlorine. Washing feet before being allowed to re enter a ship after a trip to a beach. Water bottles brought along everywhere you go. Snorkling and sea food soup. Squid fishing and kayacking. Water such a central place in everything.

6. Returning home, realizing how comfortable one is in one┬┤s own environment. Missing the sun, the sensual impressions and the meeting with people where we were, yet feeling so happy to reunite with close friends and family at home. To float in one┬┤s sofa! To eat rye bread with liver pat├ę! Milk! The freedom of making one┬┤s own food, not having to find a restaurant and a menu and then wait before food appears…!

7. The great H.C. Andersen said that “to live is to travel”. I so agree. Both literally and metaphorically. It is my favourite activity in life. The most rewarding, education wise. Where I learn the most. And grow. Which I love to do. Expand my understanding. Increase consciousness. Diminish habitus to use Bourdieu┬┤s phrasing. (Although I┬┤m not sure he would agree with my using it in this context and meaning).

I feel I have turned a page in my life and am ready for a new chapter of self creation. Which I didn┬┤t think of at all as a possible consequence before we went. Strange.

I┬┤m standing in a position a lot different from a mere month ago. I have clarity of what to put my energy into. Very concretely. And I shift away from mind, to heart and body focus. No more politics for now. I will work on awareness, relax and relate, available in the now to the inspiring people I choose to keep close to me.
I will create some new structures for my clinic, and study and practice hypnosis, and start integrating the method into my vocal sound therapy sessions.

All whilst enjoying immensely my wonderful, empathic and playful, funny and clever children. Together with my amazingly creative, one in a milllion, funny and sensitive husband.

That is what this month in Thailand and Asia has done for me. Probably there┬┤s heaps more, that I┬┤m unconscious of.

Sun is up now. Birds in my garden. I think I will go outside and smell the air.


Autumn routine is upon us!


Gracious. Hi.

I haven┬┤t updated the blog since 21/7!

It┬┤s because two days after that, I attended the Fan├Ş Free Folk Festival #7, and filmed a lot. Spent the following couple of days editing and uploading gig-vids to Youtube/Facebook. (I will write a separate blogpost or two about the festival). Here┬┤s a picture from one of the outdoor concerts…


Then I had to stop editing gigs to go to Germany and buy tons of beer, wine and soft drinks, snacks and barbecue goods, for my husband’s big birthday party coming up.

Back home same day, and next day, Wednesday, I almost single handedly tore down the kitchen wall! (With a little help from my friends, but. Mostly me. I will indeed claim that fame).



Day after that, I was incredibly smashed. Cleaned up all the fine brick-wall dust. Day after that, Danish family members came and put up a tent in our garden, they were going to a party on the island. Lovely to see them and their two daughters again.


That same evening, the first of my 21 Norwegian family members arrived in their campervan. So I drove out and had a hug and a short chat with them.

Next day was Saturday, and more Norwegian clan members arrived, came by for a hug and left again to settle into their rented summerhouses. My bonus-son and grandson arrived as well, and we spent the day in their splendid company. They stayed the night.

Sunday was my husband Helge┬┤s 60.birthday, and we woke him up with a song and guitarstrings and presents. As is our tradition.


In the afternoon arrived my 21 Norwegians, plus neighbours and friends. Sadly, son and grandson had to go back to Copenhagen as the newborn baby brother wasn┬┤t feeling too well. But Helge┬┤s cousin showed up with her Norwegian cousin, hence representing the Danish side of the family… a very lovely time was had in our garden. My mom had written a song for him, and so had I. Great presents, and laughs, and dancing on the grass, and 7 cousin-kids bouncing on the trampoline…





The next day, my poor husband had to start work again. My family stayed for a week, and every day we met up and went different places all together or in smaller groups, barbecuing in the different summerhouses… It was absolutely ACE.









Well. My grand dad then died during that week. Karl Normann Kaltwasser. Blessed be his Eternal Light.


Luckily one of his daughters was there in Haugesund, with him and my grandma. He had been waiting to be allowed to die. So that was a relief, as well as sad, of course. For once I was not alone whilst receiving the message of someone in the family passing, so that was… nice… And my grandma sent me money for a plane ticket home for the funeral. Which moved me a lot. So I waved good bye to my mom and sisters on the Sunday, saying “See you Wednesday!” instead of “See you at christmas!”….

I have often been abroad when someone close died. And have not prioritized to go to the funeral. Thinking I could light a candle at home and be together with them in Spirit. What I have realized later on, though, is the importance of gathering with the other family members left behind. To be together in the grieving, to remember and honour the departed, and to learn about that persons life, actually, through the stories people tell at a funeral… So I wanted to go to this one. Even before my grandma sent me money. Plane made it a lot easier than my planned journey with train and ferry. (Which would have been much cheaper but taken a lot more time as well).

Tuesday was my youngest daughter┬┤s first day of school! So that was a big day, and she was extremely proud and excited…






Wednesday I flew to my childhood home town, spent a great evening talking with my mom and her fellow.




Thursday was the funeral, in a beautiful chappel, where a woman played “O Mein Papa” on trumpet, which was a song my grand dad┬┤s father actually used to play on his trumpet, hanging from a light pole on his way home from parties, goes the story….. It was very emotional to listen to that. From my seat, holding my sister┬┤s hand, I could see three duos and a trio of family members embracing eachother. I will never forget that picture. Real care. Or how to put it. Seeking comfort from eachother. My pack. Proud to say I┬┤m one of them.



The round window, the cross and the dove are on the ceiling, right above the white, flower covered coffin…


After the funeral we went and had coffee, sandwhiches and cake. Speeches. Lovely. Everyone from the holiday week was there, plus a handful more of us. Around 40 all together, I reckon. Fine hours.





When that was finished, my childhood┬┤s best friend picked me up, and I spent the night at her house. Fantastic to catch up, been way too long. Stayed with her until she took me to the airport next afternoon. (Annoying I didn┬┤t take a selfie of us. Took a picture of her kids, though, to show my kids back home how much they┬┤ve grown since we last saw them)! Brilliant children, I dig these three wonderful characters!


On the airport I sat down at the gate and decided I now had time to check my Facebook messages. There, one of my good old mates said that she was sitting waiting for a plane to Copenhagen. As was I!! Just from a different airport! So of course we overjoyously agreed to meet at the airport in Copenhagen. Hahaaa…!


How wicked is that?! We got an hour and a half together, a beer at the airport, and the train ride into town. Then I jumped off the train one station before her and swoosh, onto an other train back home. Arrived 21.30 (930 pm), and everyone was fast asleep. So I ate and went to bed.

Next day, Saturday, we dropped the kids off at our friends┬┤ place to stay the night, whilst we drove to some other friends to celebrate the couple┬┤s double 40th birthdays! Great food, great people, and great music with my husband┬┤s Not Big Bot Band (I have written about them before on the blog)… Sadly I was so tired, I fell asleep in the middle of conversation on the coach! But hey. Forgivable after the weeks I had just lived through, huh?

Next day we picked the kids up and I just fell asleep most of the day.
Following day, up 0630 for school. And kindergarten. And then. Boom. Time to myself. To relax, be alone, do nada. Meaning doze and doze, until picking the kindergarten kid up again at 1 pm.

Wednesday and Thursday eve I had meetings with people and an ngo… Boy was I glad to see Friday arrive. Switch off that torturing alarm clock!

Today is Saturday and I have actually slept for 3 hours out here in my listening hut in the garden! So right now I┬┤m feeling rather fresh. Just uploaded to Facebook an album of photos from the family week… wish I could share facebook posts straight over to my blog, but it doesn┬┤t seem doable…

But yeah. So I put my 4-yearold to bed reading him a book and singing to him whilst scratching his back. And then I thought, NOW. I can finally update my blog again!!

So here I am now. Finding my feet after the eventful Summerweeks.

Now the blog is brought to the here. So I pause, and an other day soon, I will write that next blogpost, from the fantastic Fan├Ş Free Folk Festival. Yup.





Spring is here. Sunshine, yet cool┬┤n crispy air, kids finding thinner garments to wear, ┬áfilling mom with sickness fear…

So there.

Easter holiday started last night. Our usual Friday rituals with candy (once a week only, in front of the Disney tv programme 7 pm), followed by X factor… I had some time by myself colouring and writing out in my listening hut in the garden, whilst waiting for X factor to start… we had easy food, fajitas filled with leftovers…

And today we have no plans. All of us just hanging out, kids went to visit neighbours, now they are playing with the new Roland Handsonic (drum machine) we got the two tiny-tots for their birthdays recently.

And us adults have solved a few technical issues that┬┤s been on hold. And now we have moved on to next phase of our big furniture reshuffling project. Which in turn is a piece in our ginormous puzzle of┬ámaking a big kitchen by tearing down a wall, and rebuild the wall in a new place so the front room becomes part of the kitchen. ┬áThere ┬áwill be a small walk through space with a sofa and a tv in it, still, though…

In addition we will turn a bedroom downstairs into a vocal sound therapy room for me. It will double as a guest room or kid┬┤s sleeping space as well. This house is a bit small for the five of us. But I┬┤m not worried. We will find solutions so everyone gets their own space to withdraw to. ┬áAnd be flexible, find new solutions as times and needs change…

I have always loved to reshuffle furniture. Did it a lot as a child in my own room. I was lucky to have a big room that my grand dad made for me in the basement. All private and spacious. Away from parents and siblings. With all my pop and rock music posters. And a huge card board box full of second hand cartoons that I swapped into new wads down at the second hand book store. Reading was my favourite activity growing up. And listening to music. Playing soccer and playing the piano.

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Here are the kids a couple of weekends ago, when we set up a bunk bed some friends gave us. Well chuffed children. ┬á­čÖé We’ve all slept in that one kids┬┤ room the last few months actually. Because I react allergically to our bedroom downstairs. I suspect there is mold behind the wardrobe that is built touching the outer wall of this old house (from 1789)… So I moved out, up into the two young kids┬┤ bedroom. Which made my oldest daughter move in there too. And my husband. Haha… and then it was too crowded for me to sleep undisturbed in between all the kids, so I took my eldest daughter┬┤s bed! Man, I sleep fantastic in there, all by myself, reading books like I used to before I got myself a ┬áhusband and children to consider… ­čÖé

Right now, my husband is preparing space for our double bed to be moved up into the space between the two bedrooms on the first floor. Quite a task. Once the bed is out of the bedroom we can tear down that wardrobe…. my God it┬┤s gonna be chaotic here for a while. But. Worth it.

To get a dining table big enough for our five kids, two in law kids and soon two grand kids. A place to gather for meals and meal preparations. Piano in the kitchen. A comfy corner for reading books. Give it to me!

I should really have loads of photos from the house here now, shouldn┬┤t I…

And woooosh, ten minutes later, a quick round of photos loaded into phone, onto email and on into the blog library:

Here is the family bed in the downstairs bedroom we have moved out of. It is hand made by a Swedish architect friend of ours; Adrian Crumhorn. (He used to live in New Orleans until Katarina came and washed away his home there. Before that, he lived in some African country. Lovely man).
The double bed has an extention, another single bed that brings the sleeping space all the way to the wall. A lot of cosy family sleep hours have been spent there. The mirror was my wish. I was pregnant at the time he made it. I thought the mirror would occupy the baby/toddler, so she or he could stand there and talk to her or himself while I could keep dozing a wee while more. Good idea, huh?! And yup, it did work as I had planned, as well. ­čÖé

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Here is “the in between space” as I call it. Where the bed will recide from now on. For a while. An open space between two kids┬┤ bedrooms. Not ideal as a parents┬┤ ┬ábedroom but. Hey. We will test it, and if it feels wrong then we will change the arrangements. Our house is a traditional Fan├Ş-house, so all upstairs is like a tent, with slanted walls… not the easiest to furnish. But our garden is biggish, and private. And our neighbourhood is filled with friends, dead downtown yet very quiet… so… we don┬┤t want to move away from here.

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Here┬┤s a picture of my old room, which now is my oldest daughter┬┤s room. So she can go in here and close the door behind her when she wants privacy. I still have my desk in here, though. Which will go into my new therapy room when it is ready.


(Yes, it´s messy. Trying to organize different papers etc at the mo).


Here┬┤s my daughter┬┤s bed, where I sleep all alone so peacefully these days…:

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Downstairs, here is the kitchen. Taken from the door opening.


Our kitchen table barely sits the five of us… and our kids often bring friends home… as do us adults as well… yeah, a big kitchen will really make our life easier.


And here is the living room. Which will become part of the kitchen. Be reduced to a sofa corner. Barely. But it is the right move for us. No doubt about that.


My books will have to go into my therapy/office room. I have always wanted a library. The books I have, are either ones I have studied, and will read again, or books I have not yet read but know I will. So. Every time I┬┤ve moved, I have gotten rid of some books (and tons of other stuff). But I know there are not many books left to get rid of.

This last photo, is from the other end of the living room. Where my husband keeps his old church organ. Which yes, he does play on it, and it sounds really lovely. So. It takes a lot of space but. It┬┤s not going anywhere. The dolls house Viola is playing with, my eldest daughter Lava brought home from school a couple of days ago! She has made it all by herself! Bless her. Well done. It is big….but…. what can I do. Just enjoy watching them play with it… ┬á ­čÖé

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Yeah… I guess I should go downstairs and start making some dinner.
As a Norwegian saying goes; “Without food and drink, the hero is useless.”

Catch ya later, gators!


Just…Positive Stuff


Sunday. Both my daughters have a sweet friend over, hanging out. Nice and peaceful. I serve them apples and sandwiches from time to time and other than that the house is just quiet and harmonious, I can hear chatter and giggles from different rooms from my first floor office here. Lovely.

Feel happy today. Peaceful. Rested. Excited for the future, actually.

We have plans for renovating inside our house. Move a wall so the front room and piano will be part of the kitchen instead. No more front room, just a sofa and a movie screen. And a huge kitchen.
Also, we want to turn one bedroom into a clinic room or what to call it? For my massage table, and my desk and books. It needs a new floor, and wardrobe and. Yeah. A lot of work. But creative work, satisfying work. With very heartlifting rewards.
A big dining table that can sit all our five kids, two inlaw-kids and soon two grandkids… or our kids┬┤ friends when they come round, or when grandma and aunties from Norway come to visit for weekends…

Yeah, A good project.

In addition I am working on two large social events.

First, 17.of April, my ngo is hosting a folk dance party for the entire island, to welcome all the new Syrian neighbours we have received. International music, trying eachother┬┤s traditional dances, and an international, local cake buffet. Nice, eh? I┬┤m very proud of the idea we have created. Now we just need to get all the work ready.

The second event is called Day of Diversity, and is happening 11. of June. Hosted by an other ngo I am a board member of. “The Incredibles”. There will be a circus show made by the island┬┤s kindergarten children. And an international buffet of some sort. Local bands. maybe a soccer match between adults and kids. Maybe anything at all, ┬áas we are inviting all social clubs and sportsclubs and local ngos in general, to come and strut their stuff so to speak, take part in the programme, come show us who they are or whatever they would like to do. We are hoping this can become an annual event, for the whole island to celebrate our community.

kunstutstil.christiania hodeskalle

This is from an art exhibition in Christiania, Copenhagen, that i visited in December. I love art exhibitions. Here┬┤s some more impressions from the same one:

kunstutstil. christiania to skulpturer

Here is the house marking the entrance to Christiania. So beautiful.     I just adore this.

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Here is a positive piece of news:

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And here is something to help us surround ourself with positive people:

admitting mistakes than perfect people

And here… is a piece of reality, which made me laugh. In all its… darkness. We have to keep a sense of humour when times are tough. Is my humble opinion.

im not a racist

Right… let me also share with you┬ásome positive songs.
This one I love! ­čÖé

And this one by the Kinks. So political. And true.

One more. For the road. Have a splendid Sunday out there. And treat eachother lovingly! ­čÖé


My present daily life



Monday of the school┬┤s winter holiday here. And me and the kids slept ┬┤till 08.30! Historical new record. We went to sleep at 9.00 pm!

So. That┬┤s just marvellous. And outside the sun is shining from a bright blue sky. We will enjoy this day, I can feel it in me boooonez…!

Yesterday we went skating in Esbjerg, the town on the shore of the mainland. Every winter they make an ice skating “pond” on the city square. A most brill idea. Here, look at this!

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The girl in the orange ski pants, is my eldest daughter. The five-yearold, the three-yearold and daddy-o are also out on the ice there somewhere. (As was I, apart from the five minutes I took these photos from the seat at the side).

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On the ice, we suddenly met friends of ours. A drummer and his pregnant wife, and their two daughters (7 and 9 years old, I think they are by now). So we ended up going for lunch together, at Sunset Boulevard right next to the square. Here is the view from our lunch table, overlooking the ice:

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Yeah… so that was a splendid day out. Valentine┬┤s day actually. I wrote about going to spend it on the ice, in my post from yesterday;┬á

Other than ice skating, every day life is running rather smoothly for us right now. Still miss our grandmother, who died 30/9 2014. She was the one to share our every day life with us. And she was the one who always came and spent a couple of days with us when we needed a helping hand.

But the children are growing, and it makes everything noticably much more easy. We are over the worst grieving. And we have consciously built bonds with other people who can help us when we need babysitting etc.

We have had influensas lately, coughs and colds and such. But that doesn´t really count as negatives. All in all, we are happy and healthy all five of us. Looking forward to the arrival of our grandchild no.2 this autumn! And looking forward to our Norwegian family coming for a week in the Summer to visit, they have rented three summerhouses, so they will be 15-20 people! I love them for doing that. It really makes living abroad away from them all, a lot easier for me.

Once a month or so, I go to a meeting in my ngos. Well, I┬┤m a member of 3 ngos, so. But in the Music Club I┬┤m only an extra, so I don┬┤t have to go to all their meetings.

The two places where I go to meetings and together with the boards organize events, are:

Kulturelt Samr├ąd;

a council office really, that is in charge of distributing 80.000 Dkr every year, to local people applying for funds for cultural projects and events.
Here are the board members, taken a month ago:

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At present, our┬ábiggest project of own initiative, is an event we have named “People Meet”. Which will happen in the town hall 17.of April 2 pm – 6 pm this year.

It will consist of an international cake buffet; cakes from many different nationalities who are represented in this island┬┤s population. And then we want there to be folkmusic – and dancing. Local tradition (which is a rich and strong one), plus Syrian music and dancing. Hopefully we will also have a jamsession where we all just play and dance as one group together, freestyle or…. I don┬┤t know yet. I hope the participants will improvize and create magic. (I will be one of them myself, hopefully there will be more participators than bystanders… the idea of spontaneity really excites me. It “opens up” somehow, when everything is not planned into detail, when the happening is more an improvized workshop for all than it is set performances).

Yeah. So please do wish us luck with that! ­čÖé
We just want to welcome our new Syrian neighbours, collectively and in Fan├Ş fashion. This island has received more┬áSyrians than anywhere else in Denmark (related to its size of population). And we have great success stories from the past, of integrating Bosnians, and Burmese people… On Fan├Ş people look into eachother┬┤s eyes and nod and smile when they meet on the street. Strangers included. And if it is morning, we say good morning to eachother. It is a very good place to be a newcomer, one feels very welcome here. (I myself moved here in 2007 and come from Norway, so I have felt it myself. And my Syrian friends have told me too, how they think it is amazing that even children and teenagers will look them in the eyes and say hello when they cross paths around town here…)

The other ngo where I spend my time and energy, is called

De Utrolige. Meaning The Incredibles.

Inspired by that cartoon movie of that superhero family you know… (Check out and please like our Facebook page for all the information: “Foreningen “De utrolige” p├ą Fan├Ş” is what you write in the search field).

Here we are, the board members, this selfie was taken 4 days ago:

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Us, The Incredibles, we want to make an annual day of cultural entertainment, for all the locals to participate in. We have asked the kindergartens and sfo to help make a children┬┤s circus show for the day, and they are happy and eager to take charge of it.

(We had on Fan├Ş an annual circus show made by the school kids, for years on end, but the tradition stopped after 2009 because their house was torn down due to problems with moisture).

So we want to revive that splendid old children┬┤s circus show tradition. And add to it. We want to arrange an international lunch buffet, which Kulturelt Samr├ąd did for the first time in Fan├Ş┬┤s history, for the ngo┬┤s 30.anniversary back in Nov.2013. It was super popular, a great hit.

Apart from circus and buffet, we approach all of Fan├Ş’s many, many different ngos and spare time clubs, and we ask them all to come and do something that day. Like arrange a football tournament, or show us skateboard tricks, one wheel bicycling, dance shows, a baking competition… what ever people can think of. The sky is the limit.

We want “The┬áDay of Diversity”┬áto be a celebration of our local community, embracing all citizens. The more that participate and make themselves a part of the happening stuff, the better. A feeling of collective ownership, is our aim.
The Incredibles want to do the organizing and co ordination of all the practical elements. And help connect; stage builders (we will ask the boyscouts if they would like to take on this task) must be connected to ┬áthe circus group, maybe we will ask some ngo to stand for sewing circus costumes, and an artist to help decorate the stage… we have a so many┬árich and competent creative citizens here on Fan├Ş. Truely a wonderful and important resource we have, on this score.

The Music Club will try to find local bands to share short, acoustic sets with us… we need a tent or two…. tables and chairs…. all the logistics. We will plan it and solve it, either by delegating the different concrete jobs, ┬áor by doing some of them ourselves.

I DIG this project. I really do. It sparks my soul, to use big words, and why not use them when they exist and feel right?! ┬á­čÖé

It is an ambitious and all inclusive project. It is integrating, both between individuals, between generations and between all the different ngos and interest groups on the island. It will create a lot of new ties everywhere. And ties, bonds… is the incredible superglue of a good community.

It will help people meet, basically.
I didn┬┤t mean the cultural event People Meet.

But in general. What we need, in a community, is occasions and opportunities for people to meet.
When everyone is a (half) known entity, then it makes for a really comfortable social feeling.
Fan├Ş already has this feeling. We just want to celebrate it, and as a consequence, the celebration will┬áenhance and strengthen it.



My present daily life… it feels like a present!


In addition to this voluntary work and my lucky family life, I am building up my “clinic” of vocal sound therapy. I have clients every week. I love that work. Making people feel better, by “singing on them”. Very strange, and strangely effect-full.

And last but not least, I have this blog. Which I am still hoping will make money in the future. I have plans of developing my Youtube channel. Add a vlog. (video blog).

I will stop here.

It has been a weird start of a new year this year. The refugee crises, and the European… failure to react to it in a compassionate way… The death of David Bowie, two days after his amazing new album… other great musicians and actors have crossed over as well… the climate news are not too uplifting, and neither is Danish social politics.

But on the microlevel. Thank Goodness. My life is really enjoyable.

At present. Coz that┬┤s the nature of Life. Count your blessings while you have them. Suddenly new challenges take control and change your direction into a radically new one.

Once we accept this, it is easier to deal with. And let us just grab every positive moment and event that we can, and enjoy it for all that it can give us.

That must be the best piece of advice I ever gave, to myself and to all of us.


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