The sky opened up. The driver that we had hired for the day, drove us and our photographer around to where the photographer had decided the best light could be found. It really didn't matter that we almost couldn't see through the water on the front shield at the car. It really didn't matter all that much that the suit and the dress got wet (I DID care about my hair, though). We ran out into a field. I ran out there in my bare feet. The feeling of water against the warm ground felt amazing against my feet. It also felt amazing to have a photographer, who also has become a good friend, with us to catch these moments. She brought out the joy, the laughter and the love. The driver sat in his car, calling the seanse madness whilst watching us there in the field in the pouring rain. I got mud on my dress, but I did not care. I felt free. I felt loved. I felt happy. I had every single one of my loved ones with me that day. People who did everything they could to shower us with love and the help we needed to have a great day. I had flowers, I had laces, I had love and I had freedom. And I danced in the rain. If I could relive it, I would.
A Beautiful Living
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.
