The mist lies thick outside the door. The thermometer shows below freezing in Oslo. I can’t help but long for Bali—for the warmth, the tropical rain showers, and the peaceful mornings at a café with my writing session. Sitting outside, with life unfolding around me at a slower pace. Yes, I’m well into my next book. This time, it’s different. When I started my first novel, I had no idea what I was going to write about. Now I do….
In a previous blog post, I wrote about the water element and how healing our emotions helps us free ourselves. But is it really that simple? In my novel, I describe how sexual energy can heal us and set us free. Many believe this is pure fantasy. As a teenager, I was captivated by Margit Sandemo’s “The Legend of the Ice People.” Her depictions of sexuality were astonishing. Years later, I remember someone claiming that such experiences don’t exist. I was speechless….
From freezing temperatures and snow to 33 degrees and sunshine – I’m back in Bali, where my writing adventure began. Right now, I’m sitting in a café with a large glass of freshly squeezed juice. A lot has changed; the buildings are denser, and so is the traffic. I haven’t ridden a scooter in nine years. It’s a little scary as I squint, change lanes, and weave between cars. My shoulders are tense, but it’s fun too. It feels great…
In August, my mother and I had planned a trip to Copenhagen. Unfortunately, she didn’t feel well, so I went to Sunnmøre to visit her instead. It was clear that something was wrong. She felt terrible that, as her guest, I had to serve her. On Monday, she had a doctor’s appointment, and her blood tests revealed something seriously amiss. She was referred for an MRI. I returned to Oslo on Thursday, but by Friday, she had received the diagnosis:…
“You’ve got the holy family with you,” said the theologian, and I was glad my connection had been noticed. My novel, Livskraft – en nøkkel til frihet from 2022, will soon be released in English under the title Alchemy of the Hidden Spring. It explores how sexual force, or the life force, can heal old traumas and wounds, thereby liberating the individual. As I’ve mentioned before, I wrote intuitively. I was even surprised myself by the number of biblical figures who appeared…
This post was originally published in Norwegian on May 26, 2022, after my novel, Livskraft – en nøkkel til frihet, was launched in Norwegian. Soon, it will be available in English as Alchemy of the Hidden Spring. Six years ago, in 2016, I traveled to Bali with the intention of writing. A friend had mentioned that she knew an author who wrote a book every month. I naively thought I could do the same. Despite attending a writing course the previous fall,…
This post was published in Norwegian 1th of August 2021. Are we women over 50 really “past our prime,” or is there still hope? It’s well-known that hormone production decreases with age, and whether we like it or not, it affects our radiance. There’s no denying that young women emit more pheromones than we do in our 50s, and they say that what you project, you attract. But is all hope really lost, or is there something we can do?…
This post was published in Norwegian 11th of july 2021. On Tuesday, I drove to Drammen for lunch with a friend. I turned up the volume on the music and sang at the top of my lungs while moving and “dancing” in the car. I chuckled at the thought that someone in the passing cars might have noticed. In my last blog post about baring oneself, I touched on the topic of masks, and here it was again. This certainly…
This post was published in Norwegian in july -21. When I told my two adult children that I had written my first blog post, they were both supportive. But when I mentioned that I planned to strip naked and dance in the storm, I saw a hint of skepticism spread across my son’s face. Relief was clear when I explained it was meant symbolically. But what is it about stripping naked, really? This year, I had an early holiday, and…
This post was published in Norwegian in june -21 “Do you want to buy something from me?” We were at a dance in Tresfjorden, about a half-hour drive from our hometown. I was 15, recently confirmed, and painfully shy. It was my 18-year-old sister who asked the question. At the time, she was an amcar enthusiast and significantly more outgoing than I was. “What exactly?” the young boy responded. He was sitting in the shelter at the stadium with a…