LOFOTEN 67°52’50.2”N 12°58’57.4”E
“We stopped calling it magic, when we found a logical reason to explain it”
in the fall of 2021 i had an epiphany , that you can’t keep waiting for the right time, waiting for either the right person or time before doing something you’ve been dreaming about. We live and then we die, that’s is a certainty. Could be tomorrow or in 100 years but “Death waits for no man”, so I packed my bags, brought my camera, and left for Lofoten. I wanted to dance under the northern lights, see orcas, and give myself limitless time to create. I rented a cabin in Å, as far down in Lofoten, as you can go. The cabin was half over the sea and half on the land. I could literally hear the waves breaking under my bedroom floor. And I could hear the walls cracking as the wind was fighting its surface. Since I went there in the fall, the weather was very unpredictable. I spent most days indoors, reading and editing photos. Mostly because I didn’t want to leave the surface of the earth in the strong winds outside. Some days the winds would reach 30 meters per second, while the nights were as if the whole world were set on pause. That is my favorite memory from my time in the cabin. Standing outside on my balcony, in total quietness and watching the green lady dance in the night sky. Better than any movie I’ve ever seen. No wonder that our ancestors called it magic. According to me this is as close you get to magic. We just stopped calling it magic, when we found a logical reason to explain it, but that doesn’t mean the magic is gone. Lofoten taught me to respect Mother Nature in many ways. I’ve heard her roaring through stormy winds and she reminds me to trust the process and to take one step at a time when I couldn’t see the path forward, through the fog. But most importantly she made me feel calm and safe in the middle of the night, when standing completely alone under the stars far, far away from my “home”. Made me realize that this planet is our home, not just our four walls and roof. It’s still our home where the ice is melting, it’s still our home when whole lands are on fire on the other side of the world. We have a big and beautiful home that is fighting for us every day, but that we have forgotten to take care of.
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MOTHER VOLUME ONE
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