Mens vi så en annen vei

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Mens vi så en annen vei, med nesen vendt mot den brennende ildkulen på den korte trønderske sommerens lyseblå himmel, sluttet aldri naturen å endres; det går ubønnhørlig mot september og høst nå.

The earth is not a mere fragment of dead history, stratum upon stratum like the leaves of a book, to be studied by geologists and antiquaries chiefly, but living poetry like the leaves of a tree, which precede flowers and fruit—not a fossil earth, but a living earth; compared with whose great central life all animal and vegetable life is merely parasitic.

Henry David Thoreau: Walden

Kornstudier

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Kornstudium #1: Solist, Trondheim august 2015 (mobilbilde)

  

Kornstudium #2: Duett, Trondheim juli 2015 (mobilbilde)

  

Kornstudium #3: Trio, Trondheim august 2015 (mobilbilde)

 

Tilstede. Nå.

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Grunn bekk, Fosen juli 2014

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.

Henry David Thoreau: Walden (1854)


Kveldshimmel, Fosen juli 2014

Your mind is like the sky, and your thoughts are like the clouds—sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes dark, sometimes light. But the sky remains.

Williams/Penman: Mindfullness, an 8-week plan for finding peace in a frantic world (2011)

Noen ting forandrer seg ikke, vi bare oppdager dem på nytt og på nytt; hver generasjon på sin måte.