When a Song Find You

There are moments when a simple melody can wrap around the pieces of you that felt unseen.

It wasn’t dramatic. Not loud. Just… quiet magic.

A song I mentioned... almost shyly... found its way into the room. Played by someone who may or may not have realized how much it meant to me. But something about the way he smiled, the tone of his voice… there was love in it. Not the romantic kind, maybe. But something genuine. Kindness. Warmth. Presence.

And in that moment, I felt it... That I mattered. That I was seen.

Not because I shouted loudest or gave the most. Not because I asked for attention.

But because something I said, something I am, stayed with someone long enough to be reflected back in music.

And maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe it meant nothing.

But to me?

It meant everything.

Especially on a day when I felt invisible and not important.

Especially when the ache in my body mirrored the ache in my soul.

Especially when I needed to be reminded that I’m more than background noise.

Music does that sometimes.

People do that too, even when they don’t realize it... 

So here’s to the quiet gestures.

To the unexpected songs.

To the ones who make us feel a little more real in this noisy world. To the ones that lift you up. 

Even if just for a moment... 

The Waiting room...

Some words I wrote down in a time I had with lots of despair, lots of darkness...  

In Norwegian

Evighetens dystre venterom, mens Skyggene pulserer, vandrer hvileløst forbi. Et glimt av håp i form av et lys, en berøring, et blikk, en klem. Som å kaste farger fra et palett til et ellers så sort hvitt, grått og fargeløst bilde. Jeg venter. Jeg klamrer meg fast og venter. Venter på mirakelet. Venter på gløden.

In English 

The gloomy waiting room of eternity, while the Shadows pulsate, wander restlessly past. A glimmer of hope in the form of a light, a touch, a look, a hug. Like throwing colors from a palette onto an otherwise black white, gray and colorless picture. I wait. I cling and wait. Waiting for the miracle. Waiting for the glow.

Know it alls

Have you ever come across a "know it all" person?

Someone that see the cover, judge you for what they see, for what you look like.... Without Even knowing you at all. They never even seem to give the interior a chance.


Like... I met this woman on one of my walks with Luna the other day, and she looked at me, looked at my dog, stopped me to talk serious business with me.

About how many walks my dog needs.
About how active her breed is.
About how happy she would be if she were to be allowed to run free.

As if I did not already know all of this 🙄🙄
And clearly, or at least the way I felt it...

YES, I look like a god damn ELEPHANT or a FAT HIPPO.... so my theory is that this woman clearly judged the book by it's cover. As in... She saw my well built, curvy, sexy body, she probably made up her own opinion in her mind that I am not active, I don't work out, I'm not fit enough to provide a good life for my dog.

I don't know... Maybe it was several reasons to why she stopped me. Maybe it was because she thought my dog seemed wild or full of adhd energy.

For such a know it all, she failed to notice that the reason my dog was so excited at that very moment she stopped us, was because we walked pass a farm full of animals that Luna find insanely interesting. Including birds. She is a BIRDDOG, and that is in her instinct. She is very well behave and Walk nicely everywhere else, but that farm is a place where we train often on walking pass that farm, which were exactly what we were doing then.

Anyway... She ended up losing her words when she claimed my dog was a pupoy, right? To which I told her No, she is actually 6 years old.

And we eventually walked away, shaking her energy off our shoulders.

Yes, my dog is an active sig that probably has a few gears in her body that many other dogs don't have.

But she har never, not Even once, complained. She has always been happy No matter what we do, as Long as we do it together.

Only time she would complain is when she is not part of the family fun. As Long as she gets to have fun with me, her sass-level is well managed. Oh, and as Long as it don't rain 😅😅

A picture of my beauty sassy Queen ❤️❤️