a little special blog

Min son och jag startade en blogg till honom här om dagen. Välkomna till Ansgars specialblogg!

My son wanted a blog of his own so we started one for him the other day. Please welcome to visit Ansgars special blog!

ukulele and hat

Isn´t this just the best pic ever? My four-year old son took it, it makes me so happy. It´s one of his best friends with an ukulele and a matching hat.

pink petal again

I was out in my garden this morning, mourning the Geraniums
the pink petals has turned greyish-orange and
the wind was whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.

This night I had a dream
when dawn came and aroused me
the dream wouldn´t go away.
The dream still hurts in my body and
fragments of it is whispering
about fall and
changeless changes and
falling.

I am unable
to read the dream as it is a dream
but
I am able
to read the wind as it is a wind.

A wind of fall
dreaming a dream
about falling.

simplicity

Kökshanddukens enkla skönhet.
The simple beauty of a kitchen towel.

inside the wind

Sometimes I visualize the wind,
not only do I feel it
or see it´s advance.
I look in to it
I screw up my eyes and this is what I see
I made a sketch,
You might call it the invisible skeleton of the wind.
I´m not sure yet if different winds has different skeletons,
different dna perhaps.
I know though that they have different purposes.
Like the one the other day that blew away old habits.
and
I know that I must do some research inside the wind...

to be continued.