Going to the woods …

 The garden of my childhood was a forest. My father was a forester, and he and my mother went to live in a small forester's house shortly before I was born. I'm told that my pram was parked underneath the branches of an old oak when I napped as a baby, and later on the whole forest became my playground. Riding my bike or little shetland pony, or walking with dogs and cats I travelled the paths and tracks without fear. I remember one evening, while I walked in almost total darkness, the realization that I could be afraid of the dark in our house, but never were afraid of the dark in the woods.

 Those trees of my childhood shaped my imagination and kindled my unbounded love for nature. I believe that a forest has a soul, that all the beings we call trees interlaces and becomes small parts of one great and unique soul. That we can connect with this special Soul of Trees and be enriched, healed, and through it, can connect with ourselves on a deeper and wiser level.

 I still love my childhood's forest, I've buried my children's placentas there and planted a tree above them. It's where my own spiritual umbilical cord is grounded, and where I can feel truly at Home.

 Quote; John Muir 

- painted with natural dyes-

Skovbund i min have

Vi har taget en lille bid af skovbunden med hjem.

Lagt den i kurve, krukker og syltetøjsglas både ude og inde.




Tag en kurv med i skoven, fyld den med anemoner, primula, mos, blade, sten og grene. Kom det i kurve, krukker og glas eller lig det på store barkstykker eller i gamle træstubbe. Lav tableauer på din terrasse, i din have eller i din vindueskarm. Tag en bid af skoven og af foråret og nyd det!

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We took a little bit of the forest floor and brought it home.

Bring a basket with you to the forest, fill it with anemones, primroses, stones, leafs and twigs. Place in baskets, jars, on big pieces of bark or in old stumps. Make tableaux on your terrace, in your garden or in your window sill. Take a piece of the forest and of the spring and enjoy!

Nisserne i træet

Min bror kom på besøg med sin sav for at hjælpe os med at lave brænde til næste vinter. Lille S. (også kendt som Lille Hjælper) skyndte sig ud i skoven med sin lille sav. Farver og dolke blev hentet og der var livlig aktivitet ved bålpladsen.

Det viste sig at der faktisk boede en hel nissefamilie i elletræet...