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Showing posts with label Seasons. Show all posts
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Friday, December 30, 2022

Morning Routine: Morning deserves your attention


The following message was written on January 16, 2021.

Can you believe it?

Never had the time to return. 


And we are in the last two weeks of 2020. It goes fast --although 2020 seemed to have lasted longer. Its 8:30 am in the picture. I love it this time. It's quiet and beautiful. Both dark and bright. May you all be surrounded by warmth and love .....

December 30, 2022

I do not know which image i was going to add, but its been dull and dreary and yet I love Sweden during this time of the year. I am adding a pic from Gothenburg, a city I have been spending time in---for a while now...for the last four months. 



So much is going on...and I have no idea where to begin or what to say. As the year wraps around, the same questions remain, that I had three decades ago. Going through my books I read some old journal entries from 1990-91. Before I went to the US. At the cusp of it. I was in another country at the time. Looking back, did I ever think I will be in so many countries. Have met so many people and yet feel a sense of aloneness --even though there is this joy of having known some really great people?

There are two issues, one is that one has not created their own family, which is always alienating. No matter how much I try to keep up, it is a loosing battle. I used to remember birthdays and anniversaries and send gifts and what not....but slowly...it all starts to slip.  You have stuff to take care of ...and you have only two hands. Then, it gets too much because you have little of your support system.

So being on your own in different countries has you spread too thin and in too many places.  

The other thing is that I have met some of the nicest people. I heard from my friend ST in the US, who was my neighbour at Penn State via a phone message. Then I spoke with my friend EDD in Spain, whom I met at  Penn State --while i was learning Spanish. In some ways, the two things are not connected. Meaning learning spanish and knowing her because she was not my teacher. But we met at the busstop at Penn State, almost every few days, started talking and then started writing. I had a conference in France and I called her to ask to come visit me. Instead she said, no you visit me. That was 2005. She visited me in Fiji in 2006.  And we have kept in touch. Me through four countries since we met. She through a marriage and raising two children and hopping towns for jobs, getting selected for a government job etc.

We talked like school girls only with grown up problems :)

Did I ever think I would have a friend from Spain or one from the US? Or many from the US and some from Germany and from Greece and Cyprus and Brazil and New Zealand and Morroco and Israel?

I had wanted pen pals....but it never materialised. I finally got my real vänner---real friends. 

There is so much goodness.....that I think many lifetimes will be difficult to explain the gratitude I feel.

Yet, a kind of exhaustion at having travelled and gathered little Moss. 

I did not share here but I had a job in the United Kingdom for a year. I will write about it at some point. Among other things that did not work, I missed Sweden to my core. When I returned at easter to take care of a few things I realised how much this felt like home. Even though I do not feel grounded anywhere. 

So as the year turns...and I gather strength again to work on projects and doing new things....I must recognise that life is not as simple as we thought when we were children. We can get what we want and yet feel a kind of angst. A displacement. It can happen even if you stay at the same place...you know, even it is A WONDERFUL LIFE....

So for now, I want to thank all those who have touched my life, be grateful for all the abundance and also be grateful for all that I want...

I try to share something of use towards the end of the year. Here is a link to one of my favorite channels. Pick Up Limes.

Here the creator shares her morning routine.  If for nothing else, it is a peaceful watch. May you have a calm, productive and beautiful year.  The kind that makes you aware that despite all the things that have not happened yet, or despite your disappointments at life, you have still had a great life...at least a few of your dreams have come alive...be grateful and be joyous...

Gott Nytt Âr, Happy New year and here is the link...




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cx_veZygQkU

Friday, July 1, 2022

Yonder Yellow In Pennsylvania!!

First published on May 14, 2012----this is here...because I have a long connection with these beautiful yellow flowers...and I see them everywhere I go...

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These yellow flowers reminded me of Pennsylvania when I first spotted them in Karlstad two years ago.  Although, in Karlstad they bloom for a very short time, in Pennsylvania they were one of the first flowers to bloom in spring.  And one would see a whole row or fence or lining by the street bright yellow, in early March.  I remember the shrubs that covered one side of the building next to the bus stop.  That splash of yellow always brightened me and I shared a private thought or two with these beings....I noticed the shrubs throughout winter and come spring I used to stop and pay my Obeisance by silently bowing to them.   If I were to use an Indian metaphor, then 'I was standing to get their darshan'.  Darshan, which refers to vision and seeing, is actually quite different from just seeing.  It actually means, 'to be seen'.  And we usually go for God's darshan or some holy person's darshan.  For in their presence we bathe in pure energy.  That is what I wanted from these flowers.  I would bow in reverence and hope that they saw me and colored me 'bright yellow'  I have attached a little write-up from my journal about these flowers.  I wrote that more than a decade ago, wondering where I was ever going to use it.....Thank Goodness for blogs!!






There are these yellow flowers that grow (are in bloom) all the time.  I mean they are perennial in the real sense of the word.  You can see them in the heart of winter, and at the peak of summer. They somewhat seem lost during the spring when you have flowers galore … but they are there when you really need them.  They are striking yellow, and they seem to grow off dried brown, almost dead and brittle stems.  I don’t know their name and don’t think I need to.  To me they signify life and live to their fullest.  So I call them “Gurus”.

During all my years in Pennsylvania, I have looked at them, enjoyed their beauty and tried to use them as my role model for inspiration.  Some time when I don’t want to use them for inspiration, and want to bury myself in sorrow and petty helplessness of my life, I shy away from looking at them.  And yet, it is then that they give up their bashfulness and stare me right in the face.  Almost throwing their minuteness in my face, they know that any second they can be crushed by a thoughtless child, or they could even stop breathing under a bird poop.  And yet they smile.  May be because they have accepted their mortality and minuteness.  In that lies their infinite existence.
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Friday, March 4, 2022

Celebrating a Decade: Semla Samay (Semla Time)



Last published for the 4th time on February 26, 2020. Here it is again, since we just passed Fat Tuesday. Semla is my all time favourite Swedish dessert.  I still have not learnt how to make it... but soon, soon...


So last published on October 4, 2019, to celebrate the popular posts of the last decade ---it is being published again for yesterday was Mardigras, fat tuesday or as we say in Sweden Fettisdag---I have another one on the theme but will come later.  For enjoy this long old post and may it be spring, no matter which hemisphere you are in...
Or wait, that is not nice, for we should have all the seasons...let it be spring in your heart, now, forever--eternally...


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Last published on March 6, 2018, this was actually the third most popular blogposts.  But I have lost track of order and so will just be posting these under the title--celebrating a decade.  Semla remains one of the most delicate Swedish sweets I have ever tried.  It truly represents the lightness of spring, sweetness of flowers and happy chirping of birds.  You look at it and take a deep breath in--and say, 'Semla!!!'

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It seems its the season for republishing!!  Cannot believe how long ago this was---first post on Semla.  Something so simple but so sweet!!  I fell in love with it, the very first time. Till today, it remains a favourite.  The season is gone, since fat tuesday (fettisdag) was a while ago....but am hoping that there will be one last serving of it around easter time.  Much that I love Sweden's restrictive ways of limiting sweets to certain celebrations, Semla is one sweet, that is welcome ANYTIME!! 


First published on April 29, 2011:  Here is for my dear loyal readers!!  Find a recipe online and try it at home, and share your reactions---om du vill---if  you want!!


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Semla is a classic Swedish (Scandinavian) dessert. Semla



Served (and eaten) on Fettisdag (Feb (fat) tisdag (tuesday) Semla or bulle is the famous spring time desert of Sweden! At Vete Katan tea is served formally--with individual lidless kettles, with a tea strainer holder and ofcourse a proper porcelain cup and sauce, complete with a serviette. 






Wheat Cat (Vete Katten). A cosy but fancy restaurant in Stockholm.




My friend P, is from Brazil, so is fluent in Portugese.  But she also speaks, English, and Swedish, with the same fluency as her mother tongue.  Currently she is learning Spanish.  She says she is also very interested in learning Arabic.  She brought me to this restaurant.




Semla has a filling of almonds folded in whipped cream.  Here the top portion of the bun has been removed to show the cream.  The bun itself is slightly sweet.  Together with light weight bun and Mandel (almonds) in whipped cream, the taste is simply ‘smakar himlen’ (tastes like Heaven).



In the 'olden' days, meaning say 30 years ago, Semla was sold & served only on MardiGras/Fettisdag.  So, people waited for a whole year to eat the desert.  We visited Vete Katten in January, but they had were already serving Semla.  So, in our present day modern world, where we prefer ‘on-demand gratification’ Semla is served for a few weeks between Christmas and Easter.  Nearly three months.  



It is that time of the year when all over then Northern Hemisphere there are special traditions to mark the change in time, acknowledge the lengthening of days, the relenting of winter, notice the defrosting lakes, heed the call of new saplings, listen to the roar of breaking of the ice that had lay sleeping over the last 5 months.

Today, March, 2011, Tuesday (Fat Tuesday) is also the Semla Day
A note: as I sit down to complete this, it is already first week of April. So, dates become ultra important in giving a frame of reference. This may be late, but believe me this post has a point….:))

Mardigras, is usually associated with festivities, especially the carnival in Brazil. A huge party before 40 days of lent.

Lent, as Catholics know, is the forty days before Easter.  According to wikipedia, "The traditional purpose of Lent is the preparation of the believer --through  prayer, repentance, almsgiving and self-denial — for the annual commemoration during Holy Week of the Death and Resurrection of Jesus, which recalls the events linked to the Passion of Christ and culminates in Easter, the celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.
I learnt about Lent when I lived in Botswana.  A close friend would observe Lent.  I loved the idea.  Although growing up in India, in a family that followed Hindu customs, I knew much about fasting.  But when I heard things like, “I am giving up coca cola or Chocolate  for Lent.  I am giving up swearing for Lent” I found it fascinating that fasting could be used to kick addiction or things similar. I guess in India fasting is such a usual part of our everyday life that we never think of doing it for forty straight days.  Well, we do, but it is not that standardized.  (Nothing in Hinduism is standardized.  There is nothing that everyone must do.  May be that is why there so many ‘ways’ of doing the same thing.  Simply to acknowledge the diversity in our world).  Although there is something called the “chaliya” (meaning ‘the forty”).  Chailya usually applies to doing something for forty days straight, e.g. Walking bare-feet to a specific temple, reciting a 3 page prayer once everyday for forty days, etc.
However, fasting in Hindusim is a life-long, on-going, never stopping phenonmenon.  Practically everyone born in a hindu family does it at some point, to a certain degree.  Yes, there are degrees of fasting.  No grains for a day, a fast without water, a fast with only fruits, and sugar, no salt fasting, and the list goes on.  It is common for people to fast once a week--which amounts to 52 days a year, for several years or their entire adult life.  Also, we have several one-day-once-a-year fasts--which can easily add extra ten to twenty days of fasting. During these days, one usually abstains from meat (flesh foods is better way of putting it.  Fish and chicken are included when Indians talk of ‘meat’), onions and garlic, eggs, and many other things.).  
So those observing Lent abstain from ‘something’ for forty days.  After I moved to the US, I would know Lent by Ash Wednesday.  Ash Wednesday is the day after Fettisdag or Mardi Gras.  Essentially the day Lent begins.  Catholic students would come with a cross on their forehead, “ashes to ashes, dust to dust”, a reminder that we were all going to return to the dust we came from.  The cross made of ash on the forehead of each believer (or those who attend the church on Ash Wednesday) serves as a reminder of a period that is associated with mourning and self-appraisal. Basically examining what Jesus did for us, and then asking ourselves where we are on that ‘scale’ of sacrifice. 
In many ways then, it is a death within, to resurrect to a new self.  
Here, I cannot help but think of something I learnt in Fiji.  That Chautal, song-singing festival that starts on Basant Panchami, the first day of Spring in North India, ends forty days later on Holi--a spring festival celebrated in North India.  Holi is celebrated everywhere North Indians went----from Suriname to Fiji to Guyana to South Africa to Kenya…..
The festival is celebrated by throwing color and flower petals on each other and ofcourse followed by a huge feast. 
A day before Holi, there are bon fires all over the country.  Although a few stories are associated with it.  The main reason is to ‘burn’ and forget the old, and begin with the new.  I knew all the stories associated with Holi and loved the festival, but no one had ever told me about the forty days between Basant Panchami and Holi.  A friend in Fiji just stated it matter-of-factly. 
That made me confirm, what I have always believed-that there are similarities in religions and philosophies, that were always a response not to some divine command, but basic human consciousness, or maybe some sort of an organic order --which knows no boundaries, nations, religions, philosophies or languages.  Like blood, though its constitution (different blood types) may differ, or it performs the same function.  Nourishment!!
Forty days!!  What is the significance of forty days?  I had heard somewhere that 40 days is a month and half, - the time needed to break an old habit or establish a new one.  I believe that these time periods, that may be applied to our subconscious, were very important in establishing the festivals that, combined with seasonal changes would bring us stories that would be passed down the generations.  And these stories, with a little variation, will be told around the world.  
For example, Holi falls in the same time period as Easter.  What time period? Spring!! Seasonal change. Which, we all know, affects the state of our mind.  
And as if these similarities are not uncanny enough, here are some more.  
Passover a Jewish holiday is also a spring festival, celebrating the freedom of Jews.  ‘Freedom’, resurrection, newness, new life.
Noruz --meaning New day is a Persian festival that is celebrated on March 20, the day of spring equinox, when day and night are the same length.  How do they celebrate it?  With bonfires, dancing around bonfires and coloring boiled eggs.  Wait, isn’t that Easter?  Or Holi?

March 20, in Sweden is called Vårdagjämningen--(Var-Spring, Dag, day, jamningen-Equinox--Spring Equinox).  March 25th is called Varfrudagen  or the Spring Lady day.  Vafrudagen sounds very much like "Våffeldagen" meaning‘Waffle Day’.  The holiday coincides with the Feast of Annunciation, the day when Archangel Gabriel announced to Mother Mary that she will give birth to Jesus, despite being a virgin.  Notice, March 25, is exactly 9 months before December 25.  Very carefully chosen, the day also symbolizes conception, newness, a new idea, new birth, and hope.  On Vaffeldagen, the Waffle day, last year my landlord Erik had made waffles for us (me and my french flat mate A) at midnight. “Since you will not be here C,” he had said, “I am going to cook for you today”  I had a research retreat to attend on 25 and 26th. 

I thought it was a wonderful tradition.  Later I would find out that Sweden has another ‘heathen holiday” (that is the term I have heard my colleagues use a lot--but as a matter of fact and without any judgement).  That day like Holi, and Noruz, there are bon fires and with people dancing around it…..all over the country to ‘ring in the spring’.  April 30 Walpurgis Nacht (Walpurgis Night), a festival associated with bonfires, and dancing. (Many other European countries observe the day and celebrate it with bonfires, dancing and singing.  According to legends, bonfires are to turn away witches and evil spirits). 

Hmm, forty days, bon fires, abstaining from things that have control over us, dancing, colors, coloring eggs, bunnies, chickens, new life, green and feathers…...see some similarity?  

We are all celebrating nature freeing itself from the clutches of winter, recognizing that in death lies the seed of birth and rebirth.  We may call it by different names, we may call them religious or heathen, Pagan or Christian or Jewish or Hindu or Muslim, but deep down we are all looking for reasons to get together and recognize that inherent need for ‘newness, new life and most of all hope.”  

Is it a surprise then that March 17, is St. Patrick’s day?  And it is celebrated by drinking green beer and wearing green for good luck?
April 13 is Baisakhi in north India.  A harvest festival and people wear yellow and there are melas (fairs) all over north India.  



Water Festival Celebrations in   Thailand (Image Courtesy)


In Northern Thailand (Chiang Mai) April 13-15, is the time for Songkran (Sanskrit: Sankranti), the water-festival. (Sankranti, in India is celebrated on January 14th symbolizing the beginning of end of winter). 
Hmm, Just a coincidence? 

Newness brings hope!!

It cleans the windows of the mind, and prepares us to see things are they are.  Fasting was necessary before initiation for many shamanic religions. It was supposed to bring ‘clarity of mind‘ that was necessary before ‘transcending the limits of the body.’I am sure I am sure there are others that I do not remember and/know.  I am sure that before the world was taken over by the idea that one religion or thought process should rule the world there were different festivals in southern hemisphere where seasons came in inverse order to that in the northern hemisphere. Christmas and Easter in Botswana and Fiji made little sense.  

For years I held this anger over the fact that often times people are asked to or taught to believe, especially in the religions of conversion that their form of faith is the only way to the divine.  I could not believe that young people with rational thoughts could agree with it.  But having lived in so many countries, I have seen it happen all the time.  Why would we hail democracy as an appropriate form of governing system (the best among all others tried so far), but not question the limiting ways we are told to think of the divine (if such a thing exists), are taught with fear, ‘if you do not believe this….then….” or “until you believe this….”  

Thankfully,many keep the debate alive, so there is still room for some hope.  The saddest part is that I have heard these forms of beliefs from both the very young and the very educated--both of these groups are known to be rational and unbiased.  If youth and education does not free us from limitations of rigidity, then what else…

But after  years of frustration----

Today, I simply let it all go.  (or am walking towards that path).  

Try to work on Gandhian idea of “khud jiyo auron ko bhi jeene do” (Live and let live).  I will talk about this in detail else where.  (still not always successful).  


I have little time or energy to go into the details of my own re-conversion to Asian philosophies. I celebrate all the spring and winter festivals I can, regardless of what geographical region or religion they belong to.  People must come to terms with their own ‘birth’ in their own sweet time.  I am grateful that my thought process and the way I was raised encourages me to accept that the ‘truth is one, and the wise call it by different names.” (Rig Veda).
For me though, Semla Samay (time) is to see life and celebrations like Semla itself….sweet like the sweet Semla bun, light and fluffy like the whipped cream, but most importantly sugary--the sweetness that has been blended into everything, almonds that are crushed and whipped in the cream, you feel them, you relish them, a little nutty, a little sweet, and no right way to eat it….you can lick the cream or chew the bun first, or eat it like cake, ---no right way to eat it---like life itself. 

As Emerson  said, Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment.” 
Let Semla Samay be your own personal renewal time, (at least for those in the northern hemisphere.) Every Easter Noruz, Passover, Holi, --Feb to April, ---go through a self-appraisal process and ask yourself….if it feels like spring in your heart…..because it should!!




Friends and Celebrations: Dancing around the bon fire on Noruz. Karlstad, Sweden, 2011


Fire that burns the old and brings he newness of spring. 



A close-up of happy dancers.  




Two boys play with the last of snow around the bon fire: Noruz celebrations by the Kurdish community of Karlstad. 2011. 




And we have a cute little Kurdish spiderman who joined us for celebrations.  He left two of his front teeth behind.  But superheroes don't need teeth...and they are not afraid of grinning even when they are missing their teeth.... Or may be, brazenness is in the air...It is spring and we are all new, free of fear, free of labels, we begin again....Happy Spring to all of you....

Saturday, November 13, 2021

Indecisive: Decision Making Should be taught in Schools


Changing colors always remind me of our duty to reflect ton our lives. 


Hello Readers.  


I did not mean to miss last week and neither this one. I have been  a bit under the weather. 

Was going to repost some old posts. But have two very, very interesting stories to share.

And will return with those.   No time yet to write. 

Have much work and not been well.  Really busy with much work to do. Finances to balance and to think about how to manage my future.  Yes, those are things I don't share here, simply because it does not help. But wanted so mention them, as we ALL deal with them. 

But what I do want to say is that those are important.  

And we should teach the young to plan their lives. I will share some resources as I go along. Starting a youtube series to help the young develop an understanding of being a student and learning to navigate their careers. Then writing another blog, where I want to record stories from my relatives and friends. Stories that have been calling me for a while.  

Even now, I was going through the blog to repost an old post, When after 30 minutes of trying find which post fits better at this time of the year, I gave up and decided to come clean. 

I have been indecisive, because time seems short for all that I want to do. 

And several aspects of life are not settled and I wonder why? Is it because I forgot myself? Is it because I was never trained to take care of myself? I was raised with the idea that I needed to be honest, caring, self-sacrificing and good in studies and a hard worker. The rest of the things will take care of themselves. But do they? Just like in job, and studies, in life we need to learn to dedicate time to various aspects of life.

If I were to follow Vedic astrology then we have 12 houses.  And they all represent various aspects, enjoyment of owning a home, having children, a successful relationship, name and fame earned honestly in society, education, knowledge and even enlightenment.  Why are we asked only to focus on how to make a living and being independent when the whole point of life is to learn interdependence? After all that is how nature is. Interdependent. Plants on water, children on parents, older people on the young, siblings on each other. 

Most of us in India, where our parents took care of so much, including paying for our education and weddings and deciding who we will marry were not asked to focus on anything but getting good grades and good education.  We grew up with that idea. But after years of struggle and much loss of time, those of us who dared to live a life not so ordinary realised that we still lived in some parameters set out for us.  We hoped that even though we were living far away from our culture that our integrity alone was good enough to take care of everything.

But, I learnt too late that strategy is important. Yes, Karma counts.  You cannot get somethings in life and you will always have some things, and your happiness will be measured or immeasurable depending on certain aspects of your karma. But still if you are awake you can chart a life to reckon with...or close...

So been thinking about all this. 

I am not giving up on this blog.  But sort of reorganising some of my material. My thoughts and my way of being. 

You all will be informed when major decisions are taken. At some point, I will write more details, but for now, just that this blog and its readers mean so much to me. I use this space to clear my head, share my ideas, thank and be in gratitude to the universe and you all, the readers. It brings me hope and joy. I hope reading this brings you some joy as well.

I will return soon, with the stories. 









Friday, August 20, 2021

Secrets of Scandinavia

How did I miss this? And for so long. The summer is about to end...and about 8 summers since I wrote this and never shared it again?  How crazy is that...here it is for you guys....just look at the color and look the lupin....smiling at us and for us.

First published on September 24, 2013, here it is again for you all......look at the pictures and be glad...




In Summer Sweden becomes a colorful dreamland, with shimmery sunlight!! 2013



Mid sommar, a truly Scandinavian holiday!! Mid summer, 2011


Roses, that come around late summer and stay with us till late fall, do not ever let us loose hope for 'brightness'!!  When they wither, there is their fragrance in the air, promising a spring, not too far in the future!!






The Glory of autumn in Sweden is that moon becomes brighter.  As it starts to get dark, the moon shines harder.  I have seen moonlit nights in many countries.  People talk about African moon.  Yup, worth remembering.  But the thing about moon is that it shines brighter in places without pollution.  Scandinavia is probably second only to heaven, as a pollution-free zone!! Fall, 2010







Other indicators that augment autumn are colorful and varied mushrooms and inedible but bright berries.



The above picture was taken for my own diwali celebrations, but come late autumn, and we are lighting candles all over the house.  The warmth lends a kindness to our hearts, and allows us to enjoy winters with a smile!! 





Lights and lights!! but you do not notice light if it is for the dark.  Notice the darkness around the lights, and then you can understand how we love the darkness here, because it helps us enjoy the light. 


Every place has facts maintained a secrets, sometimes voluntarily other times involuntarily to create a mystery around the place or simply to ‘attract or detract’ people from moving there.


These are secrets that we do not know about places, until we live there.


For example, India, all color, messy streets, too many people, bollywood.....and all that. Exciting but scary!! Or scary but exciting--depending on your approach to it all!!  However, there are things that are its essence, neither good nor bad. Just its essence!! For example, there is something special about the earthy smell in the air after a good downpour!!  It feels like Smell of the soil, having a conversation with live souls.  When you smell it, you calm down and feel the smell more in your heart, than your nose. You sense it through your nose but feel it in your heart. The smell of nature, pure, unadulterated!! 

You have to live it, to notice it, to enjoy it, to smell it and then to miss it.


The same with Scandinavia or at least Sweden.  Well, I live in Karlstad, sort of south of Sweden.  Karlstad, according to my friends from the north of Sweden is, well, tropical!!


I often want to ask, 'Have you ever been to the tropics?"


But that is immaterial, because they are right.  In this world of contrasts, nothing is absolute.  


Beauty, temperature, gravity (I think), sweetness, love (is it?), opinion (definitely) !!

So, what are the secrets of Scandinavia, or at least Sweden, or to be more specific my part of Sweden...


Here are some:  Even in late september we have about 14 hour days, -- our short days.


When I was moving here, people were sort of wary, 'Choose Canada over Sweden they said, better life, much more exciting'


There were reasons for why I chose Sweden.  But I do not think my life in Canada (except for the professional part and may be some social part) would be better than it is here.  It would be busier, but I have a feeling it would also be lonelier.  


Sweden, has been an ‘adventure into the unimagined magic' in my life.  Another dimension.  Beyond my imagination. 


In my part of Sweden, we are truly always in transition.  Which means while we may have long 7-8 months of extreme weather, with regards to light, it is always in transition.  Days are still longer than other parts of the world until late September.  The light truly goes down in November.  But starting December 22nd, it starts to go up again.  And the light keeps increasing since then.  Even though the temperatures do not rise consistently until march. The light does. not just the time, but also the intensity.  The light of January, is not the same as that of April, and that differs quite bit from that of June.


So, if you seriously think about it, we have decent amount of light.  Starting February, we have regular days, meaning about 11 hrs of daylight. By May, we have 17 hrs of day light.  Think about it, three months, 6 hrs.  That amounts to 4-5 minutes of increase everyday!! 


In that sense, we have regular days, reeaaaally long days and then some regular days, from February till about late october.  Meaning --about 8 months.  Eight months of good light and decent amount of sun.  Can’t beat that.  Think London, dull, dark and grey --year round.


So, why don’t we know this?  Because it is like the secrets of Seattle (Washington State, the US--my sister lives there and tells me 'raining Seattle is a myth).  They tell you it rains there all the time, so that people will not move there.  Same here folks, we want to keep Scandinavia, beautiful and aloof.  It allows us to keep it mystical.  We are not attention hungry, so it is not touted as a big tourism spot, except maybe for...hikers.


So, you experience not just four seasons, but four seasons in all extremes, especially when studied relatively.  Summers of 25 degree centigrade can be quite challenging with regards to the winter of -27 degree centigrade.  Up north, it is even colder (Yes, there is north of Karlstad and yes people live there).  Spring of 10 degrees with much more green and color of flowers around, is quite drastically different from 18 degrees of autumn, which is mired in yellow and orange. 


But shhhhh....I am telling you, the biggest secret of Scandinavia, it is not as scary as they portray it to be....it is however, more magical than you can ever imagine!!  You just have to experience it to sing to its melody!!




And the wintery glow makes everything silvery, how could we not smile everytime we step outside!!

Preparing for X-mas, come late november we are ready for X-mas.  Light bounces off the snow, and creates this 'other worldly' magic. Disney movies would pale in front of this image!! Imagine walking on this path every evening!! 2011.





Winter wonderland, must be a term inspired by Scandinavia.  Evening walks (which means anytime after 3 pm) are just gorgeous, and we get ready to deep inside ourselves, confront our own darkness, to mull in it, and hopefully come out with some nuggets of new wisdom at the other end. 

Believe me, we have celebrations, and regardless of what people tell you, we are not sad and depressed people.  We know how to party, see the bottom picture....


We can create sparkles on our dinner tables!!, New Year's 2012.