Elsas blog 21/10 2013


Hi dear Elsa, what do you want to talk about, blog about, tell people about today?

About flowers, butterflies and “airy-fairy” things like that.

Because they dance, they don´t question, they just grow, they “joy”, they fulfil and dance.

Why is it so hard to get into the heads of you humans that you too are here to grow, to blossom, to fertilize, to flow in what is, to follow nature?

First you are a seed, the seed of pure potential.
And that seed did not come out of nowhere. It can from another flower, another plant.
The pure life force was shared there, from one to the other, from one to the next.

You are cared for.

A seed cannot just sprout from being a seed. You are embedded in nutritious, warm, motherly soil.
You get rained on, the roots start to grow and as your nails, your feet, your roots, your paws, your whatever-you-call-them sinks deeper into Earth – be it stone, sand, mush, soil, gravel, swamp or whatever – you open up more and more.

You poke your head through the surface and “bling” – there´s the sun!
Warming rays, heavy winds, even cold blizzards and hail storms love you, nurture you, shape you.

And what do you humans do then?

A lot of you stop there – stagnate, get stuck in what you call “the scars of the shaping”, waging a war of bitterness on the cold blizzards next to a desperate search for a forever-and-always-only-love-of-the-sun.
= Out of balance!

Open yourselves up, show your petals, receive with gratitude whatever comes in – rain, storm, sun, shower, hail, draught, soft breeze, mist, snow, daybreak or twilight.

You won’t wither and die.
That life force is in the seed even when the flower, the plant shrivels into a dry sheet.
That is the very moment when it releases it’s seeds, when the life force is expanding, is spreading!

May the force be with you!



A Street Cat Named Bob

Bob 2Bob
Ok, I never thought I´d write about books on this blog – but hey, you should never think “never”, right!?
And why not, there are so many great books out there, plus I really feel we should be sharing the great things around us instead of just listening to the glooming news on the TV, radio and online.

So, here´s a book for everyone out there – cat lovers, animal lovers in general and anyone who just loves to read a good book.

A Street Cat Named Bob is about, and written by, James Bowen. He lets us into his life on as well as just off the streets. Something most of us would never get to read about, as who would ever have thought about pitching a book about that subject?

James says more than once that Bob saved his life, and when you read the book you realize that it was not only Bob who saved James – it was the other way around as well.

What I love most about this book is the genuine connection between animal and human, pictured in day to day life, in a much harsher day to day life than most of us are used to or could imagine – and you feel the connection, the strengthening of the bond in every word, on every page.

It is just a really, really good read and so, so genuine (yes, I know I have used that word twice now, it really is the word describing this book the strongest way – genuine, genuine, genuine). It teaches us to live with gratitude and the importance of bonding with our teachers the animals, what they can teach us and how they can guide us to change into the best people we can possibly be.

Thank you James, and thank you Bob for letting us into your lives and sharing your wisdom!


Gabriel 2Gabriel

Here I sit,
naked in my body

Though I am wearing clothes
I am totally bare

My flesh is bleeding,
my joints are aching
tears are burning behind closed eyelids

But I am not this

I am not this body,
not this mind

I am not these emotions,
this anger, this frustration
locked up in a cage

I am not the tiger, the lion or the bird

The curves bending on my road do not define me

I am not alone, not lonely

This bitterness and anger stuck in my throat
is part of this body, of this mind
maybe even of the experience of this soul

But I am not this

I am all pervading love,
all pervading innocence

I am the candle, the flame, the flickering

I am the sky, the seas, the seeds

Not as they are seen,
how they are felt

I am not this pain in my back,
I am not the hungry stomach screaming for food while the heart is screaming for care,
for forgiveness,
for excuses and reasons

I am that,
all that

but not this

Deep is the gap,
close is the brink

Still the gap does not exist,
the brink is but a mind game

Feel the wind whispering in your face,
feel the sun move the earth
Feel the gravel on your skin
the moist touch of moss behind your ears

You, Earth, Me, Who?

Why a line, why a difference?

I am not this naked body,
this bleeding skin
I am not this watchful eye,
this blessing tortoise

I am what I don´t know,
what I cannot grasp

I am the graspless
the hungry, the thirsty and the satisfied
all at the same time

I am all,
all I am
I am

Stars, universes, galaxies,
who cares?

Headaches, rituals,
curses or blessed be

Who is that?
Not me

Love and stars and love and all,
all I am
I am


Cecilia Götherström, May 2013



In our monthly Writer’s Cirlce last week, Kathy came up with the challenging writing exercise to spend 10 minutes speed writing about the subject “Resolution” and to write it on dialogue.
Below are my five minutes and I thought that if I blog it, it has to “be continued”….

“Wake up. Wake up. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaake uuuuup!”, a soft voice was sounding in my head. I turned around only to find no one else awake. Just two sleeping dogs on the floor and one snoring husband on my right.

I closed my eyes.

“Waaaaaake uuuuup!”

I sat up straight, putting my feet on the cold floor and there was the voice again;
“Finally! Now put your coat on, grab a cuppa and meet me outside!”

Where the heck did this voice come from? So clear it was too.

I found myself fumbling through the dark in the kitchen, getting a tea mug out of the cupboard, talking out loud in a muffled voice;
“Who are you? Why can I not just go back to bed? What is this crazy stuff going on here?”

Kettle boiled. Tea, honey and milk mixing in the mug and I have gloves, boots, down coat and a beanie covering me and my PJ’s up.

Out on the terrace I speak out towards the dark night;
“OK, you’ve got me out here. What do you want now?, and as I did I realized I was actually not irritated, but curious.
“I am here, to your right”.

I look to the right.
White snow, fir trees in the back where the forests meets the fields, a bright starry sky above and … two yellow eyes staring right at me.

“Uh!” I jump up, spilling hot tea all over my new boots. “Shit!”
Right there is a huge white wolf staring right at me, two smaller grey ones by its side.

The eyes look deep into mine and then towards the fields.
“Let’s go for a walk”.

“A walk”, I say. “The snow is 70 cm deep. Are you out of your mind? A walk?”

– Is that a sigh I detect from grey wolf # I?
“get your darn ski’s out then and ski along.”

“This is totally insane, completely nuts, I am not here, I am not awake, this is not happening”, I hear myself saying as I muck about the mess in the garage to find my red cross country ski’s at 3 in the morning.
“Oh yes it is, and oh no you are not”.