(im)patience, x, grounding, digging deeper and sprouts
When we forget our ability to choose, we learn to be helpless. Drip by drip we allow our power to be taken away until we end up becoming a function of other people’s choices – or even a function of our own past choices.
/ Greg Mckeown, “Essentialism: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less” /
Sometimes the more you act, the worse the outcome. And the best to be done is nothing. Observing, watching, appreciating. Being patient and believing in oneself. And when the market goes against your beliefs, stepping up the game. Your own game.
+50% over the last three months versus almost +13% displayed by OSEBX index that attempted to catch up. And yet.
37 percentage points differential*. By luck, randomness and choice.
Last year around this time I was immersing my fingers in soil and community garden efforts. Strategising, sowing, sharing – our thoughts and ambitions for a new season. With the sprouts of carrots, zucchini, ruccola, pumpkin, parsley, mint, little herbal garden and stronger sense of belonging. Silent forest as the closest neighbour, whispers of wind, buckets full of solitude to embrace and rebuild oneself.
Last year around this time I have been admiring the efforts by my neighbour – transforming our grey and cold backyard into burst of colours and scents. Patient and considerate neighbourhood. Making a world a more beautiful place – one blossom, litter picked, sweep of brush at a time.
You´ll find me here
Where the road is wide, and sleek, and straight
Taking on a highway through deserted urban landscapes
With distant noises soaked by strangeness that await
Inviting to transform itself, obtain new lighter shape
And stretch itself across the skyline to infinity
You´ll find me here
Where snowflakes swirl across the sky each spring
And choose to enter through the door with gusts of morning wind
With peace, tranquility and grace
Where duties, past choices, worries that were built around
Find no support, no more, and come smashing down
Where less are stones, and anchors, and past fixations
And more is space for present to embrace and future to unfold
(May 2020, Tøyen)
on direction, runway, påskekrim and the ponditself
“Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.”
Henry David Thoreau “Walden”
The world is thrown out of balance with suffering for some, economic impacts for many, and great uncertainty for all. Yet a few things are certain. The sun rises every day, the time is ticking forwards and the Easter break is here.
So I take a few moments away from my late afternoon walks to pencil down. About my recent ponderings that have lead to confusion, clarity and concrete actions.