Wise words

While traveling in Sweden - on my way to Dalarna and and lovely, ancient Gotland - I see them everywhere. Wise words, like a whisper from old ancestors. And new notes, at home in the heart of the family.



It is human do do wrong but it is divine to forgive.



All is perishable, changes and gives life to something new.





Love note from little sister to big sister.

The summer moment

So we get into the car, stop at an old farm to by fresh strawberries, drive to the bakery in Hablingbo, get vanilla-buns and still warm bread to die for. We keep driving through the incredible Gotland landscape, singing out loud to Frank Sinatra´s New York New York. Then we´re on the small white road that goes right down to the blue, blue sea. We laugh at the day while eating the warm bread, our dresses and faces full of flour and our minds full of peace.