“Solkatt” – a sun cat
(“Solkatt” – Swedish for “a playful reflection of the sun”) Who Am I? I am the jerk who cut you off when you were trying to cross the street. I am the nice young man who helped you reach for
(“Solkatt” – Swedish for “a playful reflection of the sun”) Who Am I? I am the jerk who cut you off when you were trying to cross the street. I am the nice young man who helped you reach for
Where Am I? It’s one of these questions that can either be quite easy to answer or very complicated. So, easy first. Where am I? Well, I’m on Jeju Island in South Korea drinking coffee in a quaint café, writing this blog.
Surely, there will be another time. Next year, I will ……… Once we’ve put our kids through college, we will….. I wish I had the freedom you do to …….. Det går inte!! (Swedish for “It can’t be done”). I’ve
There’s a profound passage in Buddhist literature that illuminates the nature of happiness and suffering. It suggests that what we typically perceive as happiness in the world is, in fact, a form of suffering, and vice versa. This teaching challenges
We Are A Little Crazy (Hawk Björn) From upcoming album “miracle” – probably coming out in 2025 sometime Yeah, we – are a little crazy To be – in this world so carefree So much to see – So many
Imagine standing in front of a sleek electric vehicle, keys in hand, ready to embark on a journey across intriguing landscapes. The road ahead promises both adventure and challenge. This was us, at the start of our travels, facing a
“Impermanence: Embracing the Flow of Life” Complacency. The art of pursuing permanence. In stillness, a mirage of stability, In trivial change, a facade of prudence. Risk-averse, we lose nothing, Yet gain even less. Courage lies dormant, In complacency’s caress. But
As our plane descended through the clouds, Seoul unveiled itself beneath a canvas of breathtaking hues. The city sprawled before us, a tapestry of ancient traditions and modern marvels, all bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Little
Paradox What makes us reminisce, seek out and connect with distant friends and family? Meeting with a childhood friend I realize that there is nothing familiar about the physical human being in front of me. Almost all the cells in
Going “Home” We’re flying from the so-called new world to the old. An epic 24-hour journey of waiting, sitting, contemplating. And I hold my breath for the entire journey. Waiting to exhale as I travel into the past. Into lives