New Beginnings

Re-creating my website all my blog posts disappeared, at least for my eyes. Since I like having them in this one place I added them all (not that many actually) today. Interesting to look back, remember and reflect.


Spring brings different feelings for different people. 
Some feel hopeful that this time of year is an opportunity for positive change. 
Wanting to loose weight by getting back into working out and starting healthier eating habits.
Signing up for yoga classes to find more inner peace and maybe become more limber.
Taking up meditating to hopefully, quiet the mind and being able to focus more clearly.

Others experience more pressure to do and be more, maybe different. Happier, more successful at work, making more money or be as thin as an unattainable photo shopped image in a magazine.

Some start looking or hoping even more, for a partner, Spring bringing a more intense wish for that overwhelming, body- and mind filling emotion we sometimes call, being in love.

Everything from hope to despair is what I hear around me, and maybe sometimes feel myself too.

If you think of Spring as bringing new life, which it is in nature, how can that inspire and support you in moving through this season with curiosity and courage, bringing new inner growth?

Watching flowers sprouting, trees budding and animals giving life to offspring, can remind you of the flow of life. Life and death, up and down an always forward, towards the future. And the future being ever changing.

What if you took this as an opportunity to slow down and experience the moment of beauty, awe and comfort of life’s continuation? To take those moments of being still and just let all that budding life envelope you. 

Inspire you to be more present. Remind you to breath into your whole body. Have your experience of life be in your hands instead of being pushed around by circumstances. 

Choosing to focus on what expands your life into what you really want, sometimes hidden deep within but always waiting patiently for you to hear its inner voice.

My new beginnings started about a month ago, I mean my latest new beginnings, and this is part of that.
A new website with more real life information, all about body, mind and spirit. Inspiration, meditations and more interaction.

I’m excited! I hope that you are too.

And if you have something you’d like to contribute with or if there are subjects or areas that you’d like to find out more about, please let me know.

Are you afraid of falling?


"What if I fall? Oh darling, what if you fly?"

Why is it that we're so afraid of falling/failing? Not asking for an answer, just being in wonder at how we, so often, stop ourselves, hesitate, choose not to, just out of fear of failing. Imagine if you could just live in the ups and downs, of life, and not translate them into either success or failure, but just living.

Are you an I or a we?


Some people in relationship, married or other, speak of their life and what they want or don’t want, using I, not WE.

They say my apartment and my car, even when all those, are acquired and owned by both.
Even their children, are spoken about as mine.

Is it just me hearing a distinction, that to them means something totally different, or is it a separation, energetically?

I know someone who, even when speaking of the wedding, stated that it was hers and not his. (They are now divorced, not only due to that, of course.)

I’m not saying that, when you’re in a serious (just that word…doesn’t sound too fun!) relationship, everything is we, and you loose your individuality. I’m just wondering what that distinction brings, or takes from a relationship?

When are we, we, and when are we, I and you?

There are, of course many times when one person loses themselves, and it becomes all about the other. I’ve been there a few times, for sure.
Where I became smaller and smaller. More and more I lost, knowing what I want, what I thought and even who I was.
In such a place of no power, the fight for a voice and the desperate struggling for worth, the I cries for more and more space.

So when do I and YOU, become WE? What is required? 
Marriage license? Children? Mutual bank account?

And is it necessary for a relationship to be WE, to be strong, long-lasting, happy?
Or does the I and YOU, give it more power, more ability to love and create an even stronger bond between the two? 

What, for you, in love, creates and increases, both the individual and the co-creative, energetic power?

See me, hear me, feel me


Growing up, I got the most attention from my parents, when I could be felt sorry for. 

When I was sad, had a hard time, needed help with something I didn’t seem to be able to take care of myself. And I was a pretty tough kid, so I had to createmore and more drama, tougher and tougher situations, to get that attention. 

Nothing really bad but having come to that insight later in life, I can definitely see a pattern.


What usually happens then, is that you keep creating your life, in the same way. 

Drawing people in, who fit into your story. You being “helpless”, others helping, and losing more and more of your own power and capability to do, handle and create what you really want.

Having worked on it (of course, being obsessed with personal growth, mine and others, lol) and thought I had stepped out of those scenarios, I got a bit surprised when I fell down a flight of stairs, a week ago.

Yes, my amygdala (fight/flight/instinctive reactions in the brain ) thought there was a boxspring falling from the top of those stairs, it reacted and down I went. Turned out to be something harmless, but too late.

No broken bones but bruised, and very sore.

Remembered, “See me, hear me, feel me”, from the movie “Tommy” with Robert Daltry from The Who. Not comparing my life to his, just the lyrics.

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Since I focus on creating stories that support me, that'll draw my intended future closer, and am very aware of when I fall into old holes, so to speak, I had to sit back, and ponder on why I now created this.

Was it about attention? Wanting to get out of a situation where I haven’t been able to find the do-able action steps yet? 

Or maybe the universe wanted to show me, that my body is strong and amazing?

Listening to Esther Hicks, telling a story, “accidents” sometimes are about showing you, your ability to survive, your ability to sustain. 

For you to discover, be reminded of, the amazing power you actually have.

I think I’ll go with that one.

What are some of your modi operandi?

A friendly reminder

Complaining to a friend today, that I seemed to had been in such a flow last week, and this week it just stopped. She then asked: "What were you doing before last week?"

And it hit me.

About two weeks ago I started taking a web workshop, that went on for two weeks. Each day, you got to meet, someone who is involved in and uses Tapping or EFT (Emotional Freedom Technique).

EFT is a tool, that I have been incorporating in my coaching, since I came across it, and lately have become more and more interested in, and fascinated by.

The results are just too amazing to ignore.

The theory is that the results of a trauma, being it from a tough childhood or all those "little t's", that we all seem to encounter, is not so much from the actual trauma, but from how we react to and deal with the experiences. When we are left with (left with, because most of these negative emotions and unwanted behaviors are formed unconsciously) negative emotions, it is actually a disruption in the body's energy system, which is the cause.

By tapping on specific points on the head and body, we can actually balance the energy system, and heal from both physical, mental and emotional issues.

So for two weeks I would listen to interesting people, talk about tapping, do several tapping exercises, on all kinds of subjects, and become more and more fascinated.

For me it culminated in me giving a test workshop, to some of my friends. It went so well and so smoothly, I was amazed, considering how little preparation, that had gone in to it.

And then the web workshop ended and I went back to reading about tapping, finding more information on the web etc etc.

BUT, I didn't keep tapping. I was more in this mode of learning first, and then I'll do it.

So, thank you for that friendly reminder!

To keep tapping. To keep flowing.



I would say that my body has served me well for quite some years now.

I've contorted it, bent, stretched and forced it to do things that would be considered unnatural. It could also be called dancing, with names like ballet, Martha Graham technique, jazz, flamenco and a few other variations.

I've carried plates and glasses, run between tables and served many hungry guests, working as what I would call dancer, but the rest of the world, would probably call, waitress.

I've pushed, pulled and lifted heavy iron weights, and often more times than my body wanted. That would be called weight training, body building to be exact.

I've stroked, kneaded, pushed down and pulled up many naked bodies, also described as Massage Therapy.

For a couple of years I changed diapers, washed and fed, no not babies, but people at the end of their time on this earth. Also heard amazing life stories, comforted fuzzy minds and held a scared hand. Geriatric care, I think the not so human word would be.

I've straightened up, wiped away and straightened out, also called cleaning, both my own home and others.

I have thrown myself down mountains, both with and without wooden sticks under my feet.

I have carried and pulled some of my (and at times my son's) clothes, toothbrushes and a memory or two, through, many places in the world.

I have ingested alcohol, nicotin and a few different drugs (legal and illegal), to feel better, to be happier, to be more relaxed and to be part of a social scene, that swayed between fun and crazy.

I have not eaten, I have stuffed everything in sight into my mouth, I have tried to get it out of my body as fast as possible, felt guilty and started over again, many, many times.

I have broken a couple of bones, twisted an ankle or two and pulled a couple (or more like 100) of muscles.

I have had the inside of my stomach, almost bleed, lost my voice many times, and, of course the biggie, had breast cancer, not once, but actually twice ( that one hurts to mention!, Interesting, will have to look into that).

And now my knee hurts. WHY?

At my age, and having treated "the temple of my soul", the way I have, shouldn't I expect some pain here and there? I mean, shouldn't my body wear out, just like everyone elses? Obviously, i don't think so.

I live in the illusion, that anything is possible, healing is to be had, for everyone and from anything (physically and emotionally). That, the so called, reality, is malleable and available for you to shift, as you like.

All it takes is courage to go deep and be more honest with yourself than you might think is possible. To look and listen, and to honestly feel, everything and........everything. So simple and sometimes so hard.

And just to make sure, there's no blame, no ones fault, you're not being punished, no good or bad, no failing or succeeding. It's just choosing, and nourishing a belief that works for you.