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Hey, guys and girls!

It's currently 29C in Tallinn, some parts boasting 31 I think.
CRAZY!

It's so lush, all Nature here has just sucked in this divine light and heat and gone all amazing and green.

I think today I'm going to drink ...wine.
Perhaps.
This day demands to be enjoyed.
Enjoyed and devoured like lust and desire.
Capricious and strong willed like someone grown beautiful too quickly and too early.
Today is a day of melting ice cream dripping off hands and licking lollipops and skirt flying over heads.
Frivolity.
I can smell frivolity and the mad single-minded vision of yearning.

This was going to be a post about something else, entirely.
Entirely.
But hey, whatever.
There's always time later.
My mind is now on appealing bone-structures and the soft bounce-back of warm skin.

How do you wake up a heart?
How do you make it say things again?
How do you make it want and sing and call out.

Happy exultation of summer, dear youth, of all ages!

Yours truly.
M.

fertile soil

Hey, guys!

Happy Monday!
This is a post about soil, seeds and fertility.



Spring is a time for new life.
Life coming out of the soil, of muck and mud, making something where there was none before.
It's a season all dedicated to new beginnings, and births.
And planting the seeds.
Plant as many as you can, and find some fertile soil.
Find soil that fits you.
Don't throw your precious seeds of ideas and emotions and needs on soil where people disrespect and disregard you.

Your wishes and your wants are your children - treat them as such.
With love and care and let them grow grow grow, stronger and steadier.
And one day they will make new life themselves.
Don't drown your inspiration, but hold it above water and see what happens.


I felt something today.
I realised that it's time for me to grow and finally see that some things in this world are forever.

That not everything runs out.
Some things don't have a beginning or an end, they just are.
Forces and waves bigger than me and you and all of us put together.
Some things don't run out.
Some things are infinite, the tap keeps running.
Some things don't have a beginning and an end.
They just are.
The Love that flows about in this world is not a limited resource - it flows and flows and flows.
It remains.
Not everything runs out.

And so we don't need to hold on just so tight.
There will always be something to catch us if we just give life a chance to catch up.
It's like keeping your eyes shut really shut, and saying how dark everything is.
There's always something.

But this takes such courage (which I'm working on right now).
To trust that some taps just keep running, running, running until the end of infinity.


Trust life, so magic can come and help you.
Quite seriously.
Love, always.
M.

summer

26 degrees and my hat came out to play.

Hello, hat.
M.

choose

I think we have a choice.
Or at least I have decided I want to have a choice.

Either to live my life according to the ingrained calling of the Nordic logic, of pre-plan everything or imminent death and starvation through lack of crops and cold will arrive.
Or the way of the warmer, damper parts. You can plan, but you can also wait. Because there's fruit and there's heat. So you won't die.

"Life is a privilege, not a right."
(The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.)

And we are in charge of shaping how we see this privilege, how we shift and form it. Whether we have time or not, to stop and maybe look, and enjoy, and be.
Because if the only thing you're concerned with is the next step and the step after that and the one after that, you'll end up missing the entire journey.

And where is the sense in that.

I choose south.
Take time, my darlings. Because that tricky f*cker can sometimes steal away, and really quietly.

Infinite possibilities. 
M.