Monday, August 11, 2008
has struck me and I feel the passion to write in my marrow and I can´t wait to wake up to write more. What joy - what a feeling - it has been so long since last time. 4 or 5 years. No wonder I crave for this feeling so it hurts when it is not here. The power of creation.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
I am watching the news with one eye open and the other directed internally, trying to understand the conflicts of my world. I am part of this world, its sorrows and joys. Today 40.000 Icelanders joined gay pride in the capital. At the same time more horrors are erupting in our world. Georgia a conflict zone. I don´t know enough about the history but it looks plain to me that Russia is after the oil riches of Georgia. The seeds of all conflicts seem to be rooted in greed.
I was thinking as I could hear the most popular gay person in Iceland sing that love is universal, how strange it was to be here on the island, where no one has fought wars but of the mind and most of my islanders are still stuck with the slave mentality from the times of being under the rule of Denmark. I tell you this notion that we are in any way like vikings is really false. We are cowards and our island a banana republic disguised with modern gadgets who offer no more happiness then any other external attempts to find such a thing.
I am happy that people can sing about universal love in the face of the horrors of the world. I want them to carry on singing and being corny and pink. Bring it on - all the rainbows of joy because at least that offers some hope in a rather hopeless situation of the eternal self destructive nature of this human race.
I like the youthful writings of Albert Camus - how he deals with death is a favorite. For like him I have been preoccupied with the concept of death and for me it is the greatest source of understanding on how to be alive. It is for me the source, the spark that runs through everything I write in one way or another.
I have many books - sometimes I think they are TOO many. But then again, knowing they are waiting there for me to discover or rediscover only brings comfort and joy. Specially when I discover pearls I have long forgotten.
My sole motive for writing is to plant seeds, to inspire and to be brutally honest:) yet my honesty can never excite further then how honest and truthful I can be towards my own self.
Friends of Tibet in Iceland staged a candle light vigil for free Tibet in Reykjavik - Iceland
I am ever so happy to have been part of this and help create it - a huge thanx to everyone that lit a candle for Tibet at this moment - we made a massive wave of compassion around the world. Here is a little video I put together from the event on the 7th of August. Enjoy my friends.