In the midst of it all, I hope we won’t forget to pay attention to these. The crocuses, daffodils, and the ducks and swans on the lakes do not read the news. They just go about life until it ends. Right now, humanity can’t quite share the same philosophy. But June and July will arrive regardless, and we will be just fine.(Copenhagen, Denmark; March 2020)
A rare moment on the lakes: no people. Because it was freaking cold and windy (and beautifully sunny). The Copenhagen lakes have been all over national media these days, as this is where people crowd for walks when the weather is good. As of yesterday, they have signposted one enforced direction of movement: around the clock. Guards in yellow vest maintain the order. And if you gather in groups of 10 or more people, even if nobody knows each other, everybody will be fined.
Why am I among the throngs of city people nearly every day? Because the lakes are just outside of my doorstep and I need a daily dose of sunlight, fresh air, and movement. I hope we all can take the recommendations to heart and follow them to the dot, otherwise we might discover that running in spring sunlight is a liberty lost.(Copenhagen, Denmark; March 2020)
Now is the time for introspection and silence. For long runs, walks, yoga, and meditation. There is no reason to get to bed late. There is all the reason to focus on thinking, writing, studying, and planning the future.
Thanks to the coronavirus pandemic, my company grounded us all from work travels in the first days of March. One week later most of Europe were told to work from home offices and all face-to-face work-related meetings were forbidden, except for those of clear business-critical nature, for the continuity of the business. I heard we have donated millions of surgical masks and other supplies. Turns out we also started manufacturing hand sanitizer internally so offices and sites could remain open for those who had to come in.
My project is delayed. Meetings are canceled because of children at home and offices evacuated on the spot after somebody tested positive for covid-19. With the excess time I turn to my studies, and to some reading. And to walking around the lakes. Somehow there is still so much to do before 10 pm, every day.
(Copenhagen, Denmark; March 2020)
My heart leapt when I saw these two sweethearts again. One has grown a little fat, but that’s okay: she is nearly sixteen years old. The other one is healthier than in many years – and he just turned fourteen. Even after a year I still miss them very much. And I am grateful to their new family for all this current happiness.
(Malmö, Sweden; October 2019)
Perseverance does bring tiny improvements, which I notice because my yoga practice is the exact same sequence every single time. Last spring, after 5.5 years of practice, I got my hand down in revolved side angle pose, with my back heel down. And since this past fall I am able to get my feet and my raddled knees safely in some kind of lotus pose for a short while.
Ashtanga yoga is a good reminder for patience, which is (still) not my virtue.
(Vejle, Denmark; September 2019)
The couch is in pieces, there are nearly no lights indoors, and the Indian home delivery was good. It’s a start.
(Vejle, Denmark; July 2019)
I am so happy for these two cute goofballs and their new(ish) family. Ramses has a new best human friend, a girl he sleeps beside every night, and whom he meets by the door every day when she comes home. Lady Cassandra has found her perfect napping spots on the couch and lots of ear rubs and chill-time in the lap of my friend.
Yet, more than half a year later it still breaks my heart to say hello and goodbye.
(Malmö, Sweden; June 2019)