Three Sisters

For me they are three sisters. Those who could not decide if they want to play with magic separable or together.

To create a pact or maybe…

Or step out alone.

All they new, they wanted magic, they had it buzzing in their wains, but…

They also loved themselves… selfishly… so strongly, that they could not be apart… so they decided finally to step into the secret circles together…

But the time was done.

The mists covered the circles, hidden strange ladies in dark ropes…

Woodland ladies which you can easily meet while walking… but beware, they may ask you a question.

You can refuse the answer, but is it worth it?

Look at them and learn, that some things do not wait for you forever.

Important things…

To be honest, it is a complex of concentric stone circles… damaged of course, but still visible with few stones bigger, more visible and…

Interestingly shaped.

And of course…

The oak.

Because there always have to be a tree. Mostly ash, rowan… but when it comes to oaks, oh well, they are tricky. T.B.C.

Still walking…

And in the woods… everything was so quiet.

So fresh, so breathable… though my island is very clean still, the woodlands smell fantastic. always.

Really.

But this path… golden, sparkling…

Well, it is a special one.

Not often used…

You can feel special only because you found it, or was informed where to go, what to follow, or you just listened… listened to the stones…

Because, spoiler alert, they are waiting for you on a small crossroad…

Well hidden, but also visible.

Or maybe they choose if they want you there… maybe…

You never know, can not be sure of anything here… except magic… it is here.

Breathing, playing and of course, giving birth…

To more…

Come with me again…

Come on, I will show you another spiritual space. Full of spirits and inspirations… Come with me, and breath…

Breath because photos were taken with a very early spring.

And everything was still in a very lazy mood.

When the soil was waking up slowly…

And everything was… empty.

But still unaware why.

And flowers… oh yes…

Here snowdrops in the woods happen.

Amazing… both strong, beautiful and fragile.

Like made of glass.

And nope, I was not looking for a place to pee to find those… No way… LOL

Truly. LOL

Bigger, smaller.

Like from a fairy tale, informing beings, that you are coming…

But no worries. We will be okay. We will… because this path leads us to a very special place, very special…

Come with me 3

We are not done.

Not at all. Because here everything is so fascinating. Every branch, piece of bark, last year leaves…

And those shapes… claws…

Or a piece from this one not produced “Alien” movie… look at those teeth!

Or three sisters…

And those lovely streams with clean water…

Where live beings from fairy tales and oldest legends…

Blue, stealing colors from the sky.

It is just fascinating how it looks like.

Like they were crawling, just stopped for a moment. Curly…

Calming so much.

And the structures of the leaves made in 2019. Suddenly, not such a bad year… right? Suddenly not awful and poor…

Oh well…

And those hidden paths, which I love so much.

To hide there, to rethink nothing, to just create stories…because why not. Because not everything is something you can do anything about it or even, it is in fact not your job to do it. Clean your space…

Sometimes it is enough.

Sometimes even too much.

In the deepest eyes of water hidden in different places of the island, wild spirits live. Do not wake them up if you are not ready to listen…

Come with me 2

Come with me… smell the air.

It is maybe chilly and windy but that freshness of the sea…

Can you smell it? Okay, not this… yes, those are prints of cow feet.

Can you feel the saltiness?

Not the ruins, come on… they are here, still standing… okay, we will visit them again later… not today.

Not so important. LOL Not for now…

Not today. Because today belongs to this tree and waves.

Amazing tree… one and only.

And the waves.

Hold on!!!

And breath.

It smells so amazing.

So fresh.

Soooo… like freedom.

True one.

Just freedom.

Stand here with me longer. Nothing matters now, for a moment… only the waves… and rocky beach. Only this loneliness which is so freeing. Because here, with those waves you are not lonely, you are just important as you are and nature really let you be who you are… truly. And of course…

Somehow…

Loneliness, away from humans, is so good…

Come with me

Come on, come with me!

We will go for a walk into early springy woodlands.

When branches are still naked and shapes and structures of the bark and wood are just breathtaking.

And those mirrors… in which you should not look too long… or maybe we all should? Maybe living behind the glass…

Maybe it could be better? Because this world hurts me…

Is such pain in fact… only the woods somehow are normal.

Still full of spirits, whispers, Sleeping Gods, nymphs and beings which do not want you to know their names…

Because not everyone of them wants to be discovered. Known… even worshiped. Though, they love chocolate.

Bring some, leave a bit on a stone…

Maybe they will be happier than… you.

Maybe this happiness will let you somehow lift your own spirit?

But beware of those living in the woods… bit more present sometimes.

Yes, here cows just play in the woods. Sheep and goats too.

Though they prefer rocks.

Look at this beauty.

Awwwww…

Like huge doggies.

So cute… t.b.c.

In and out

Sometimes it is better not to look to deep.

To look behind yourself, windows, opened door, so inviting…

Sometimes it is better to leave.

And not be too curious…

Not to follow the most famous excuse in science…

“Because it was there”…

Really…

Because this what you do sometimes may start the most nasty butterfly effect. Or just open what Pandora wanted you to open…

Use your mind, do not follow only some weird gurus who in fact are famous only because they are pretty and skinny. This does not in fact guarantee the bright, deep mind… truly… I mean, trust me.

I am ugly. LOL

Do not follow the ugly ones too… they can be wrong.

To be honest, follow your guts… but only after some training. And if in need, ask someone older… they may seem too old to know how to deal with this world, but as those bricks, they saw a lot, they may surprise you…

Truly…

Deeply.

Somehow these modern times seem to close the wise old tales… quiet them down. Because, oh they are so old-fashioned… like what? You are so modern, so developed because of those flat things in your hands… ringing, biiping, annoying… I mean, really? Truly?!!!

I am so tired…

Like an old hag.

Wait, ancient one, sounds better. But nope, I do not have all the answers for you. In fact, I am not into talking at all!

Yeah… this world is so messed up.

And the old ones stopped talking… those wise one especially because they see no hope… so why to bother?

Why…

The past

How do you feel about it?

The past…

As an archeologist I feel comfy about it… but not about my own past. My own, called also my life is too painful, at least for me. I do not want to remember pieces of my life, big pieces, huge even…

And you know what? It is okay to have in your head a huge chest where memories are hidden. Or even… threw them away.

Just because…

If you can not live with them, if you struggle, if they are just too heavy, just loose some past weight. But when it comes to history, oh my, discover it. Read what was written by loosers and winners and choose answers. Because, to be honest, everyone who sees you will write a story, and to be honest, you can fully disagree with this view but, you can not stop people of looking, thinking, imagining…

But there are people who look at the past, hidden in archeology, paleontology, geology… and feel fear. Weird feeling, which just catches theirs throws and stops them from breathing… because, to be honest, if in Finish and Danish there is no future tense maybe… maybe in fact only now counts?

Only NOW is comfortable?

True?

No idea… just thoughts after touching some sea level which is over 500 millions old… I can not even, somehow… imagine this number… so for me… it is nothing scary. Because it is still now, me watching, creating stories…

Me…

With my past I do not deal so well.

Chosen

And…

Yeah, more details, more colors, more… see, knew there were two artists!

Would I prefer it to be more symbolic? Nope… this piece, for me too… well, known.

Really.

The rest, I think perfect for tourists. Great wall for Instagram!

Truly… and deeper analyzing is… not needed.

Just having fun is.

Because why not?

Why art can not be only fun?

Why we all got to be judgmental, always have some weird opinion, comparisons… nope, I am done! I have feelings and… feel it is good.

Cute…

And for sure useful.

Brightening up this space.

Bringing smiles…  thanks for it!!!

Art full of wall

Art full of wall, wall full of art. LOL

Truly.

This piece appeared in Gudhjem months ago, but you know, I needed time… as always. Got too much to write about, and still, I feel I am missing something.

Something…

Well, first question. What do you think about wall art? Graffiti? Mural? Because I am into it if… yeah, IF… if it is placed in an area it is wanted.

And is not just an information about somebody’s private parts.

Truly.

This pieces is for me, a piece of art. Amazing art… for sure created by at least two different artists, or in two ways…

Maybe it is for me a bit controversial why they chose those bits not others, but the rest… I love it.

It is such a colorful sparkle…

Bit magical, bit… not fully done, unfinished, but still, it is not a huge wall.

And why she? Okay, historically I get it, but…

T.b.c.