henrik nordbrandt

thanks to swiss for bringing this wonderful poet and beautiful poem to my attention ...


you resting in me

like a secret
sealed-up water lily
you rise through the dream
my dream
while i sink down into yours
as if we were scales
endlessly shifting balance
the heavier
always in the other’s dream.

i rest in you
like dark waters
in your mouth, drinking of your dream
like a figure of stone
farthest down in the dream
you bear me, your face
bends over me, turns to stone
over mine –
as a light increasing in strength
dissolves, so i rise again
so you sink down again into the dream
my dream
for the roles are now reversed
and i am your mother
you my child

only midway
when we are equally heavy, in half-sleep
when we are weightless
do the dream mingle.
there you are my lover
and my beloved. there
we are born

as we brush lightly.

nostalgic felt

is what i shall be creating tomorrow!!!

lovely m has signed me up for a 'felt and nostalgia' workshop, a whole six hours of felting and being surrounded by similarly minded folk who don't look at you like you have two heads when trying to explain what a felt workshop is and why it's such great fun ... aaaahhh bliss :)

it's like a hug for my soul.

(no, really it is).

november is national novel writing month

or nanowrimo to give it it's more manageable if less pronounceable title!

so, it's a great idea, you log on to the above site and in the thirty days of november you write 50,000 words, or 1667 words per day, make lots of online buddies for support of the moral variety and use the forum to meet up with fellow nanowrimo-ers from your area.

given that i have a fascination for words and language, and used to write a bit when i was at school and am inspired by living with the most talented writer, i thought this would be a great opportunity to put pen to paper.

ironic then, that not only am i waaaaaaaaaaaay behind on my word count due to the word / thought vaccuum that is now orbiting me, i have also found myself unable even to write a few words each week on my blog.

hhhhmmmm, not quite what i was hoping for.

back to the novelling ...