Jun 22, 2013

Happy Saturday, & Weekend!

My kind of Summer Bliss
It's here y'all! The long awaited Saturday and, (DrrrrumRollll) - The Weekend :)

It's time to slam your feet up on your coffee-table (if your significant other allow it), and pull out that delisch food from your fridge that you been waiting for all week, while working your self through happy, and not so happy hours. For my part, it's time for family bonding and, my dog! Ha ha! Yes, it is ;) 

Mostly all chores I been able to do during the week, so now, I'm all off - more or less. Sunday I have a little photo shoot, but that is only something that I look forward to do. It's a joyful work and, I love it. 

It's summer, and I hope, where ever you are, that your weekend will be able to give you the chance to pursue your favorite summer activities - if it is the beach, sitting up late, around a cosy bonfire, bbq'ing or hiking. Alone, or with someone. Right now, as I write this, it's raining in my world - but it's warm and, this kind of rain, just makes me want to dance in it! Yes, I am pretty much young at heart and soul. Long live the "Peter Pan Syndrome" - it's real and existing, I tell yah :)
I want to share this tune below with you - I'm sure you've heard it before, but if not, it's well overdue. This song makes me happy. It is truly a happy song and, it screams summer! It almost makes me want to howl out, and run in circles. Ha ha! No but seriously, except from the running in circles-thing, it's such a great summer song. It's light. It's easy, it has such a happy melody - and, it is about LOVE! 

So, with out any further due, enjoy the Lumineers, and their song "Ho Hey" - and, most of all, your weekend!

Happy Summer, & Weekend Every One :)
Til Next Time!




Jun 17, 2013

When A Man Cries...

I've always been told that I am too kind a person. That I'm a man who has a too soft heart for my own good and, that my kindness for others sometimes brakes boundaries, that puts me in a bad personal position. Ok, fair enough. I KNOW I'm soft at heart. That I sometimes am too kind & soft for my own good. Sometimes, people try to take advantage of it. The thing they don't realize though, is that I'm also a person who "reads" people like open books! If they try to take advantage of my kindness, it will blow back on them. I'm not easily fooled, or "tricked" and, if they go there, it's no turning back. They've lost me - and my friendship...

People often say that when a man cries, he's a cliche. That it doesn't gain the man who does it, in good ways. I do tend to cry, or tear up at times. I'm actually very sensitive, and I guess it has to do with my childhood. I learned the hard way, that people are not nice to those who have a little more of special needs then others. I grew up having both ADD and Tourette Syndrome.
Needless to say, one of them is bad enough, but with the two combined, I can't even tell you how much of a bully victim, and "nutcase" I was in others eyes. Not just for those at my own age. Also adults!  Ok, when I grew up, the general knowledge of ADD and Tourette wasn't really too good. Today, Thank The Maker, it's more publicly known what the conditions are about. Still, people should be able to understand that "not being normal" is a condition. Not a choice. I don't have much education. I've learned my proffesion through practical work. Schools didn't manage to build a proper system for me, and they really didn't care, and realize enough that it was needed. Today, I do know that I could have sued my high school for six numbered figures, because of this. It says alot! But still, the treatment I got from other people was the worst. I mentioned it before: Without my mother, who NEVER gave up on me, I wouldn't be where I am today. I am also one of the lucky ones - I grew off me both the ADD and the Tourette. I haven't used medicine for the last 14 years and, I don't have much symptoms of any of the two anymore. They say that a very tiny percent of those who have either condition, will grow it off as time and years goes by. I'm one of the very few fortunate ones...
So, what makes me cry, as a man, doesn't have anything to do with movies and such (all though I can shed a tear in the theatre too). I find myself tearing up, or crying, if innocent children and people are treated in ways that are terribly unfair, and degrades them. Sometimes, those who are treated this way, doesn't really notice it so much them selves. Either because they are used to be treated this way, or because they are too happy at heart to see it. But those who are close to them, or have experienced some things of the same them selves, will. That just makes my heart brake even harder - the fact that they them selves, are too happy at heart, or are used to it so much, that they won't notice it. It then comes to us, we who see it from the "sideline", to make other people aware of it and, make things right...

Today, I read this story. A little boy, that has Spinal Muscular Atrophy (source) was so excited for School Picture Day. He has been wheelchair bound since he was just about a year old. He will never be able to walk. When his mother received his second class portrait in the mail, she opened the envelope with great excitement - it broke her heart. And, she showed it right back into the envelope again. Her son's class, all together in the class portrait. Her son so happy, and smiling a sparkling smile, he is completely beaming in the portrait, so excited for the photo shoot. Craning his neck as hard as he can, to try his best to reach inside what he must have thought was the frame of the picture. Positioned by the photographer, all the way to the side, away from all his friends, and his teacher :( It's heart wrenching, and I can't help but tear up as I write this, and think about it. This will haunt me for a long time, no doubt...

Image via Don Ambridge, used in the original story, & published with permission.
I can't understand that they could do this photograph without minding this. I would, (if I was the photographer) thrown away all templates and put him in the middle, with every one else around him! I feel that as the most natural thing to do. It is clearly mentioned in the story, that the photographer didn't do this on purpose, but that he just didn't think of it as an issue. The photographer also, eventually, tried to right the wrongs. Also, the boy's school has reacted very passionately when they were confronted with it. His dad said in the story that, "(It's a) general lack of understanding". It's well said. It's important that the society, children, school's and people understand how important it is to treat all of us the same way. It's a case of awareness. As our children grow up, we all try to teach them to be kind, empathic and good to each other. Awareness of, that being treated differently because of a condition we can't control our selves is wrong, is the first step. And when things like this still happens, it's obvious that it will never stop being important to spread awareness about it. It truly has to change...

When they did the photo shoot again, (yes, they did), the boy was lifted out of his wheelchair, and, having a caregiver by his side that helped him keeping his balance, he sat in the middle of all his friends from the class. Again he was beaming, as the new class portrait was taken :)

A friend of mine, has always been a "rocker", and a "party guy". Long hair, used to drink a lot (all though he has calmed down with that now), hanging out with his click of friends that was more or less the "scary type" for me when I was younger. Guys with tattoo's, listening to Black Metal music, well, you get my point, I'm sure. As surprised as I became, as well was his friends, when he took a real good education, and became a male nurse, to dedicate his life working with those who has more special needs than most of us have. I wasn't even aware that he took that education, and when he told me, I was so surprised, because it just seemed like he was so not that type of man, who would do that kind of work. And then he told me the reason, and the story about WHY he did it. He told me that, once he was in a park, during a really hot summer day, he sat on the grass beside a family. Mom, dad, and three kids. Two of the kids, and their parents, were all enjoying each their really good ice cream. The third kid, a boy, did not. He was strapped in a wheel chair. Sitting there in the baking sun, crying, watching his siblings and parents slurping up their goodies, my friend could see how badly this last boy also wanted an ice cream, and how incredibly sad and hurt he was for not having one too. And why hadn't his parent's bought him an ice cream as well? The reason breaks my heart so bad, that, even though I always will remember what my friend told me, I always try not to think about it: The boy had Down Syndrome. And, my friend heard his parents say they didn't give him ice cream because, as they said, "You just make too much of a mess with it"! 

My friend said it was completely heart braking to watch. Because of this incident, he swore to him self that, he would never let that happen, ever again. He then decided to take an education, where he could work with, and help, kids with the same condition. He INSTANTLY became my HERO... And he still is...

It's important to spread awareness of these cases - and try to prevent it from happening again. One time is too many. We should let our children that has some more special needs then normal, grow up, without almost being able to notice that they have them. When we arrive there, when those who has more special needs then most of us grow up, being able to go to sleep every night with out feeling sad of just one incident during their day, then we reached the goal that we all should thrive for. But sadly, it's a long way ahead. Hopefully, when peoples heart chatters over these kind of stories, it will make a difference. Awareness is important. Action is too. I'm glad I'm able to cry and tear up uncontrollably over these kind of matters. It's the way I am. And I am SO glad I am that way! May I never change...

Have a great week, and take care of each other!
Til next time
 


Jun 14, 2013

Lovely Days

Hi! Yes, I'm still here. Ha ha! 

It's been a little while since I made a new post and, the reason for it is simply that days are flying by. Business is busy and, we are now struck with beautiful summer weather. It's important for me to really enjoy the days with the best weather, since my soul and mind will be able to thrive happily during days when it's not so nice. Simply said, I'm building up reserves ;)
 
The summer-sky is never a boring sight.

All though the days are flying by, these days are beautiful and, I don't mind that time seems to run ahead of me. Except from my work, and business schedules, I do what I'm able to do, when I can do it. Hang out with friends. Both at day and night time. Eating (or, slurping, if you'd like), ice cream in one of our many cosy downtown park- and green areas. Spending time with my family. (I love my family and, all though I know it may sound like a cliche, I love my MOM! She has done SO much for me, always - I grew up having both ADD, & Tourett Syndrome. Thanks to my mom, who NEVER gave up on me, I'm where I am today). Slumbering by the cooling and quiet riverside, being bombarded by the sun ray's. Fly Fishing! Staying up late at night, being outside lying on the ground, and being amazed of how bright the night is. It's just like a normal afternoon. It never goes dark at these times of year. Playing around with my little dog! I LOVE HER! My little long haired, chestnut brown dachshund. She's almost seven years old now. But she still acts like a pup. So playful! So cuddly. A lot of beautiful soul, in a tiny body.
 
Playing around in the fields.



Close encounter of the "Sheep-Kind" - Non were really too interested :)

This year, I decided to be careful with the tanning. Every year, the last five ones or so, I truly overdid it! Looking like a fresh boiled lobster, isn't exactly too healthy. Last summer was really bad! I used to own an old firetruck - yes a firetruck, ha ha! It was an old Willy's 1969-model, converted into the kind of firetrucks that were stationed at small military bases and so on. Having an aluminium water tank on the back part of it, working as a gigantic reflector, last year during the wonderful start of the summer, I climbed on top of it, lay down and fell asleep. Of course... Let me just say, I'm more careful now. I don't want to be fried that way, anymore. 


Soon I will (hopefully) go for a hike in the mountains, me and my little dog. Packing down my tent and sleeping bag, and travel up there to relax, and enjoy the silence and the beautiful nature that is surrounding me at all times. I'm looking forward to it. 

All in all it's a great life! It's summer. And even though the days feel like they are flying by too fast, I love them all. I enjoy the days to the max.  The Lovely Days :)


Have A Beautiful Weekend!

Til next time!

Jun 3, 2013

The Mystical Reality Of Folklore Creatures

Today I saw a link a face book-friend of mine posted about the mystical creatures of the Scandinavian folklore. That reminded me that I for some time now, wanted to write a post about these strange phenomenons. Norway has a long list of various creatures. Trolls, of course (the wally where I live in Norway, is the very place with the surrounding mountains, where the stories about trolls origin from), "Nökken" (Wiki-link), a scary creature living mainly in deep ponds, and waters, that comes up to the surface only to lure humans into it, and so drown them. "Nisser" (Wiki-link), which is the same word we use for Santa Claus. But, these are not the classic Santa. They are more like "Goblins". We often call them "Lender's". It's because they live in our barns, our attics. Under the surface where your home is built, or inside the mountain rocks, where you have built your mountain cabin on top of. They are said to protect, and look after your place, and home. Or, if you live at an old farm place, like I do when I'm in Norway, they look after, and take care of the animals. The horses, sheep's, lambs, cows. But, there is a catch about these protectors, and their service. You also need to take care of them. They tend to "borrow" your things. The strangest things. It can be your most precious and finest tool. Or a bowl. A lamp, or even a rack sack. Maybe your knife. If something disappears, let it do so. Let them borrow it. Suddenly, it will turn up again, most times, at the very same place you left it before it disappeared. If you start looking for it too much after it goes away, you will hurt the goblins' feelings. And, if you try to look for those who borrows your things, and you disturb them, it will be worse. Then they won't be taking care of you, and your place anymore. You will hurt their pride, and feelings. If you do, unfortunate things will surly happen...

An illustration of a goblin, or "Nisse". In Scandinavian folklore, a "household spirit" responsible for the care and prosperity of a farm.

Another of the maybe most famous, and discussed creatures to this day, that is in Norwegian Folklore, is "Huldra", or the "Hulder" (Wiki-link). It doesn't happen too often, but it's not many years ago, that Norway's largest and most trusted newspaper VG, had a whole page on a close encounter with this mystical being. And, it doesn't stop there. Still today, people tell stories about encounters with this female creature, having no doubt it was a Hulder they saw. My dad is one of those persons. All though my dad is farly reserved about these things, he still has no doubt about it. Also, by seeing ghosts (if you prefer that word) several times, makes him "used" to strange encounters over the years. I believe him. He hasn't lied once to me, as far as I know. Anyway, the Hulder is a creature that has a legend going back in time as far as to the bible, and Adam and Eve. It is said that Eve had many children, and that some of them was banned from "Paradise", because Eve held some of her children hidden from a visit by God. As she lied to Him directly, when He asked her if those children she had with her during His visit was all of them, he out casted the rest of them to stay where they were hidden, for all eternity. Eve, had hidden her other children under the ground in a cave. 

It is said that the Hulder is a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman, who are after those who cheat on their wife's, or women. She turns up in the strangest places, and most often in the mountains, or deep woods, and forests. She will try to court you, and if you are one of those who doesn't stay faithful, as they say the Hulder will know, she will bring you to her cave. Once inside it, she will reveal her true self - which, according to legend, isn't really anything beautiful. And you, you are by that time, already doomed...

She normally wears a long dress. And, the one and most distinct thing that can reveal her true identity, is what she hides under it on her back. A cow-like tale! No, it's not even a joke. That tale, is the true sign of what you really are dealing with. It's the one and only thing she can not remove, or hide, in any other way then keeping it under her clothes and out of sight. When the newspaper VG had it's story, it was about two young women and their children camping out in the mountains in an old cabin, during mid-winter. It was 25below freezing, lots of snow, and it was late at night. Just as the women were sending their kids to their bunks, one of the women saw another young woman outside, sitting in the snow. Wearing only a white dress, and barefoot, she sat outside the entrance of the cabin. Dark, long hair. The woman shouted to her friend to come to the window and have a look. That someone that seemed to be hurt was sitting outside in the freezing snow. Because that was what she thought at first. That it was someone who needed help. But, as they all stood there looking at her, the young woman in the snow outside, smiled at them. As it at this point certainly became more scary then strange, one of the women inside the cabin went carefully out on the porch, while trying to keep a distance. She asked the woman if she was OK. No answer. She then asked her if she needed help, or if she wanted to come inside, so they cold help her get warmed up, and help her  at least with some real clothes for the cold. No answer. Then, as the other woman in the cabin came out on the porch too, she had opened the door behind her more widely. The light hit the woman sitting in the snow in the face. As the smiling woman got the light from inside the cabin in the face, her eyes revealed her true nature. The most scary, evil eyes they could imagine. Dark. Not dark, as like in dark brown of colour, but black. The site made the women tumble back words into the cabin again, and lock the doors. As they went to the window again, the woman in the snow stood up. She smiled at them, as she turned around. And, as she on light feet stepped back into the dark forest surrounding the cabin, she was wawing her tale at them! Standing out from underneath her dress, the tale was wawing as she disappeared into the darkness. There was even a picture with the story, clearly showing the woman walking back into the forest in the snow, having the tale behind her. One of the women managed to get her camera and take a picture before she disappeared...

It's truly an amazing story! Of course you can't think other then that it has to be a hoax. But, the paper it self is known for it's authenticity. It never prints lies. It's just not one of those papers. It's just all a very strange story...

 Illustrations of "Huldra".

My dad. Well, let me say that when he was younger, he used to go hunting. He love the outdoors and the mountains, and used to hike them a lot. Especially the higher parts, or the deep woods. Once as he was in the higher parts of one of our mountains, he was hiking over a rocky path, that lead down into a mountain pass, and a grass plain. This is a beautiful tiny spot, hidden behind steep mountain walls, and the only way to get in, or out of there, is more or less climbing. He wanted to go there to cook some food, and relax for a while, before he continued further down into the area. As he came to the rig of the pass, he saw something he says he will never forget. Cows! Beautiful, well fed, big cows. They were gathered together at the grass plain, walking around feeding. The problem is only, that in this "pot", there is no way it is possible to lead a flock of cows. It's difficult for us humans to get into the area. And, my dad, that grew up in a family that had  mountain farm where they lived all summer every year when he was young, with cows, goats and sheep's, know life stock well. And he saw, that these big and beautiful cows, were no ordinary life stock. As he climbed down to the plains, he tried to see if there were anyone around that was with these animals. As he turned around, he suddenly saw straight into the eyes of a young lady. How she could turn up there just like that, is still to this day a mystery for him. As he was struggling out a "hello" , the woman smiled at him and said Hi! The conversation went something like this:

L: Are you a local?
D: Yes... Are these your cows?
L: Yes. Beautiful, aren't they?
D: Yes...
L: So, what are you doing here?
D: I wanted to come down here to relax, and get something to eat, before I hike down to the wally again.
L: Maybe you want some coffee?
D: No thank you, that's OK... I didn't know anyone was here.
L: You can stay, if you'd like?
D: No thank you, I think I will keep on going. 
L: Are you sure?
D: Yes, I think so. How did you get your cows down here?
L: Well, you know...

After the last sentence, she smiled at him again, and asked him if he was married. My dad answered, "happily so", and said that he had three boys. The young lady answered, according to my dad, that "she  wouldn't tell on anyone". My dad backed up, and said to her that he was flattered, but was happy with his life as it was. The young lady then replied, "I'm glad to hear that", and then they said goodbye, and my dad turned around to climb over the pass again. As he was at the start of his "climb", he turned around to see what the lady was doing. There she stood, in the middle of the hoard of cows, waving and smiling at him. Then she turned around, and as she was happily jumping ahead and went behind a part of huge bolder rocks, she was wawing her tale. My dad says that, even though he didn't believe his own eyes, he saw it as clearly as everything else he sees every single day. When he had gathered his mind, he continued to climb over the edge of the pass, and down to the path on the other side. As he still couldn't even believe him self, and what he had seen, after a little while, he decided to go back up, and get down into the pot again. When he came up to the ridge of the pass, and was able to look down into the pot, he was stunned. There was nothing there. No cows. No life stock. And no lady. It is said that the Hulder has a life stock traveling with her. They are beautiful milking cows, extremely well fed and healthy, and she lets them grass at places that are naturally impossible for life stock animals to get to. They can be there one minute, and the next they can be gone, without a trace. It's just strange, and should be impossible. But my dad aren't alone having these encounters, neither as it comes to life stock, or the Hulder her self. Another man my mom knows, has seen these animals too. Well fed, beautiful milking cows. Life stock. Grassing at an impossible place. Then, as he returned to the same place a little later, they were all gone - with out a trace...

 All though as stunning as she is, be aware of her true nature...

Me? You remember I mentioned those goblins? Or "Nisser" as we call them. One time, years ago, I was visiting a friend at her cabin. It was an old place, built by her great-grand father, on sturdy rocky ground. I was sleeping in a little cabin, secluded from the main building, that used to be a place where they cooked food, made candles and those sort of things. A very little, but amazingly cosy place. I slept so well there, in that little bed, until I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Facing the timber log wall, I felt something wasn't right in the cabin, so I turned my head around so I could see out into the room. If you believe this or not, I'm in no doubt of what I saw. In the middle of the floor, a small, thick little fellow, with long gray beard, rack sack and a pointy hat was looking at me. Wearing clothes made out of rough, gray fabric, leather shoe like things on his feet, with cords twinned around his legs. From the early dawn light coming in to the cabin from it's small window, I saw busty eyebrows, and an old wrinkled face. I think I looked at him closely for maybe thirty seconds. Then I remember I smiled at him, and I turned my head back facing the wall, and went back to sleep. He was there checking on me, I'm sure of it. He would protect me, as long as I didn't do him, or the place any harm. 

In the morning, I went back to the main building for breakfast. As we were talking as we always do, I wasn't sure if I wanted to mention my "visitor" to my friend, but, I did. I asked my friend carefully, if she ever had experienced any "supernatural" while staying there. And then I added, "or what about goblins?"
Her eyes turned big, and she stopped drinking her milk. What she then told me, surprised even me:

"My grandfather told me, that when he was young, his father taught him how to keep the place in symbiont with the goblins living in the rock and the mountains where the cabin is built. They always left food, and lockers and things inside the cabin open for them, so they could borrow, and use it as well as take care of it. My grandfather told me once that he had seen a goblin, that woke him up in the middle of the night when he was a child. What is it that you have seen, Sindre?..."  


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