A mother of two, wife, historian, and communicator. I write about and am passionate about real, authentic life. Like any ordinary person trying to find meaning in everything. In a restless world where we need love, community, and connection more than ever before, I want to share about what is closest to my heart; the many nuances of motherhood. And the experience of becoming and being a mother.
I want to write about being human, and having human experiences in this time we live in. I live in Norway, in an old farmhouse from 1870, with our two children. I crave a slower life, and peacefulness. I crave being at peace, working towards a life where acceptance and love is the norm, where we can build a better world bit for bit. I fully believe that the world needs maternal love to be more peaceful and better. To get there, we need to start loving our planet and each other more.
I want to normalize experiencing the ups and downs of life, and humanize what has previously been taboo. Since my first blog in 2009, I have tried to put into words what is difficult and elusive to understand. The invisible processes that we feel, but that language does not fully capture. Motherhood is a patchwork of such processes. But so is life.
On my blog you will find reflections on my life, and my attempt to find meaning in everything. Life can be really hard. But it can also be beautiful.
I hope you’ll find it inspiring.
All in Life
So, about this slow living thing.. I've started to become really good at enjoying my weekends. The clue is to not make any plans. At all. And just let the day unfold itself. Wanna grab a double latte? Sure! Wanna go and look at the colourful trees before we head back home? Yeah. We dont have anything else to do, right?
These last couple of days has been really wonderful. It's been one of those days where I've really embraced this season and all that comes with it. And I've felt so grateful. So thankful for what we have and everyone we know and love. We've been social, done practical stuff that needed to be done, got ourselves a new car (finally!), been out for walks, made traditional Norwegian dishes that really made me nostalgic and made me miss my family and my father. Yes, I've felt so good and so content. But still, I have this feeling of something's missing.
Jeg er vokst opp med at bærplukking hører høsten til, og at fryseren er stappfull av skogens skatter året rundt. Kjøpesyltetøy? Hva er det? Det var ikke før flere år etter jeg flyttet hjemmefra at jeg kjøpte blåbær- og tyttebærsyltetøy på butikken for første gang. Nå skal det sies at jeg var en mer ivrig bærspiser enn plukker. Og som barn var turer i skogen noe av det verste jeg visste. Av uante grunner. Denne lysten har blitt større med årene.