travel-cat

I've been so so bad at blogging lately!
I still have hope you haven't lost faith for good.

I'm just packing my stuff to go to Finland, finally!
Gonna go see A. and her sauna and I absolutely cannot wait.

My return will occur on Saturday which will also mark my return to the blogging train.

So for now, I'll leave you with much of my love and I hope you all are experiencing super summer time adventures!

The Devil still doesn't play fair.
M.

few days

These past few days have gone by super fast.

Last few gigs done, they've gone super well to carry on our amazing streak and we are almost done now.
One last one to go tomorrow.

And I'm currently in bed with Spanish.
Watching Gordon and drinking tea.
Me, Spanish and The Cat.

I'm so ready to go to Finland and see A. in her summer house.
Just sauna and reading and rowing and drinking tea and swimming and sunning or not, whatever.
So ready for this.
I want some things done beginning of the week, not later than Wednesday - some more, some less practical.
Brother's birthday, I absolutely will go for a massage (my body is so so tired, the touring takes it's toll eventually), sort out my e-mails, sort through my clothes (Spanish and I wanna go for this humongous clothes sale), then take a lot of paper and writing utensils with me and go to Finland. To write, and sketch, and think all the thoughts and write down all the ideas.
Good.

This is such an amazing development from last year.
Vocally, physically, and for me most importantly - psychologically.
By the end of the tour last year I was such a mess, all over.
A. came to visit and she was literally like, calm down, now.
This year has been so enjoyable, and I'm really sad this tour is almost done now.
So awesome, being able to measure development.

Over and out for tonight.

With love.
M.

TLN

Finally, finally back home.

Again, the gig went so well!
I just can't get over it, how much I'm enjoying it this year.

And tonight we had a really super audience.
Like sometimes you just get this awesome group energy I guess - I can't explain any other way.
And tonight was so good.

And now it's almost 3AM and I'm calming down.

Good night, everyone.
M.

hunter

I fell in love with a treasure hunter once.

Me in love with him.
He in love with treasure.


M.

today

Sooooo today we're literally driving to the other end of the country.

But I'm armed with fresh peas, blueberries and raspberries.
We'll get back to Tallinn just before 2AM.

BUT, this is all fine.
Because this is the countdown of the last 5 gigs!
So I'm really going to make the most of them.

Adventure-cat time!

Happy Wednesday.
M.

Last week in visuals

Down South.

I decided to pick some blueberries in preparation for the breakfast next day.

Our gig on one of the islands. Obviously an actual storm hit when we arrived.
Everything tried to fly away, from the music, to the music stands, to like, the sound stuff.
It was super. My inner storm wolf was pleased.

Beach attire. We stayed at my auntie's house, which is next to this lake.
Needless to say, I spent every minute I had to spare there.

The pianist dude we're driving around with said the other day that we've passed the 4000km mark.
Happy July!

We gigged at this manor house as well.
And the owner is a super cool man.
Best idea in the world - hammocks all around the place.

My auntie's house.

Viggo Mortensen

Maria's inspirational men, number 3.
At least.













And so ladies and gentlemen.
Let's look at Viggo.

Son of a farmer, spent his childhood everywhere - Venezuela, Argentina, Denmark.
In addition to acting, he is also a poet, a photographer and a painter.
After graduating from university in the States, he moved back to Denmark, driven by a need for a defining purpose in life. During this time he worked some odd jobs, including dock worker, truck driver and flower seller.
He speaks English, Danish, Spanish, French, Swedish and Norwegian.
He is a super horseman.

Oh, he is also a jazz musician.

The versatility, the languages, the quality of his work, the films.
I just find him so awesome, so talented and warm.

Viggo.
M.

"Life is short... I like to pay attention while I'm going through it. Whatever I see, like anyone else, I'm going to filter it and create my own idea of what it is. - on painting, creating music, writing poetry, and taking photographs in addition to acting."

This.

This
this
this


With love.
M.

Game of Thrones

I am so in love with Game of Thrones.

Seriously.
My warrior soul is screeching.

Game.
M.

Sunday

Today has been very calm.
Woke up, had some breakfast and went to help dad with building a fence.
Pictures to follow.
And now I'm taking some nap-time, then packing my bags and going to gig number 15.

But for now, some visuals.

With love.
M.

20,000

We passed 20,000 views as I was away!
I'm so pleased.

This has really been coming from last September when I started blogging much more.
So a year with you LOVELY people!
Thank you so so much, for dropping by and reading my ramblings.
Seriously, I kinda love you all for it.

I hope I still provide something good to read and you keep finding something interesting, and yourself, in the process of it all.





So.
This post about "See yourself succeed".

I've been going through some really stupidly tricky times, and today kind of ended up being the emotional culmination of it all.
But it's much better now, and after a long-long chat with A. and dad+Mrs I'm firmly back on planet Earth, roots, soil, and all.
And I'm feeling good.

I've also been given/given myself some homework.
And this time around the homework is "See myself succeed".

And I promise, I mean, I really promise you, I do not do enough of this.
So this is my homework.

Start seeing myself succeed.
Spend some time contemplating what I really desire.
And get some movement going.

Create your own magic.

With love.
M.

departure

Bye-bye, Tallinn!


Every departure is an adventure.

With love.
M.

shine

Good morning, everyone!

It's breakfast time for me, and then packing all my stuff, ready to hit the road once more.
Gig-time tonight, and then staying South of the Estonian equator for 3 days.
Which will be lush!
Latenight swimming is my hands-down favourite thing to do after a concert.

I really hope you're having the most amazing Wednesday.
It's got the potential - so why not?

Sending you all loads and loads and loads of love and positive vibez.

Project love. Like Rachel Brathen says, everydamnday.

Happy mid-week.
M.



Packing gear.

This song is incredibly beautiful.
Rudimental and Becky Hill.
Give it a listen.

water for the thirsty

I had the most amazing conversation yesterday.

I met up with the pretty one, for a catch-up, as we do.
And then we started talking about her work stuff, which doesn't happen very often.
But we somehow got onto the topic and I asked her to tell me stuff.

And there I was, sat next to one of my dearest and closest friends, and had my mind blown to stardust.
The way she was talking about her work things, her ideas, the way she carries them out, her focus, the impeccable focus and dedication.
It was just absolutely incredible.
I don't remember the last time I was that inspired by anyone.

And I just sat there, thinking, "what a Marvel of a Woman".

That clarity of thought absolutely hit me in the face, like a ton of angel bricks or something.

And I mean, we spend so much time together, all the time, and chat so very much.
But somehow we've never had a conversation quite like this.
Just before meeting up yesterday, I had a chat with Pisces-2, saying that I lack focus.
And then this conversation followed.
It's just like I had been looking for water, sitting next to a well.

What a marvellous human being.

And the thing is.
With all the business talk, and the "idea" what a "true" business woman "should" be like, she is genuinely one of the nicest people I know, in the whole world.
Just the kindness and generosity knows no bounds or measure.
As a human, as a friend.

Seriously.
I was so inspired by this conversation.
The focus of thought.
If I would have 10% of the clarity she has, I don't even know where I'd be.

Glorious.
I am so grateful this happened.
So grateful that I have her in my life.
All I need to do now is apply this, grab it by the reigns, and apply this.


I have to be honest with you.
None of what I've written is forwarding just how much the conversation moved me.
In some strange way.
But yes, I'm really not doing it justice.


In addition to this I realised I'm turning 25 next March.
Since I decided to live to a 100 years, this marks the first quarter.
And it's always been a thing for me for some reason.

So.
Focus and clarity.
If it doesn't nourish your soul, get rid of it.
Whatever you can come up with that you want to get to, you can get to.

And keep the people who fan (the f_ck out of) your flame!

Back
on
track

With so much love.
M.

bridges

This is going to be a post about bridges.

Sometimes in our lives we get to a point where our projects stall, our exciting new beginnings just fizzle into nothing, and slowly but surely we start fizzling into nothing ourselves.
This does not mean that we stop living all-together, or quit jobs or stop brushing our hair or washing our faces, you know.
This means something different.
It just means that we stop living as ourselves. As the You-est You.

That connection fizzles out.
It's like we can see our bridges burn, and we just let them.
We let this happen.

This includes wrong relationships, the ones where we can see ourselves shine dimmer and dimmer.
Or the wrong jobs.
Or the wrong places where we shouldn't live.
And so on, and so on, and so on.
This list goes on.

But the bottomline is, we let this happen.

The "how" doesn't interest me that much.
These vary for everyone.

But if I could know one thing, I'd know the "why".
Why would we stand in our own way?




We have every single opportunity to live out this life in the most glorious of ways.
And yet we choose to just stand there, and watch our bridges burn.
The bridges between you and YOU.

Which at the very end of the day are singlehandedly the most important ones.

Live the right life, for you.
Wake up following the schedule that is right, for you.
Work the job that's right, for you.

And for the sake of Jesus, TAKE YOUR TIME to find out.
Because truth is, we live and then we die.
It's pretty simple.

Why waste this sublime time.
On people who makes us less.
On clothes that are boring.
On places that stifle.

Why?

(I am asking myself to answer this.)

Why let the most important bridge burn.
Truth is, the sooner we notice this, honestly, look at this in the eye, and catch it mid-flame, we can put it out, find some new stone and wood and rebuild it.
But stand there and watch it go up in flames.
No.

Just, no.

Life is too short for that.

Bridges.M.

 

Point B

If I should have a daughter, instead of "Mom," she's gonna call me "Point B," because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I'm going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, "Oh, I know that like the back of my hand."

And she's going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry. So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn't coming, I'll make sure she knows she doesn't have to wear the cape all by herself because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I've tried.

"And, baby," I'll tell her, don't keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I've done it a million times. You're just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him."

But I know she will anyway, so instead I'll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can't fix. Okay, there's a few heartbreaks that chocolate can't fix. But that's what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.
I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that's the way my mom taught me. That there'll be days like this. ♫ There'll be days like this, my momma said. ♫ When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you'll be up to your knees in disappointment.
And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you. Because there's nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away. You will put the wind in winsome, lose some. You will put the star in starting over, and over. And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive. But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily, but don't be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. "Baby," I'll tell her, "remember, your momma is a worrier, and your poppa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more."

Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things. And always apologize when you've done something wrong, but don't you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small, but don't ever stop singing. And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.


I like this.
M.

running

This is so super.
If you have some time, read this.

Oatmeal.
M.

http://theoatmeal.com/comics/running

again

This just keeps coming back.

And it doesn't get any less surprising.
M.

the weekend

We've seen so many beautiful sunsets driving back from concerts.
All the peace and quiet and the divine calm landscapes.

This was behind the place where we were performing last Saturday.
I was super tempted to go for a swim.
That would have been the perfect way to prepare for a gig.

Our guitarist's cup of coffee.
Super important.

There was this sailing/sailor-y museum there as well.
It was awesome.
And super pretty.

And I also decided since we were right next to the seaside, I absolutely HAD to have a big feather in my hair.
I love feathers.

Water and caffeine. And the dress I mixed and matched for this tour.
This was Sunday. Another full house.

Saturday soundcheck.

Fishing nets.
Actually, driving back on Sunday I was thinking about this.
About moving out of the city.
It just, I don't know. The guitarist flew back to the island, where he lives.
And we drove back to the middle of the city.

 

Hotel on Saturday.
I watched mindless TV till 5am.
I don't gel well with places I don't know, in terms of sleeping.

Weekend in some visuals.

With love.
M.