tuesday thoughs

Just came back to the south of Sweden, after weeks in Stockholm. it´s hard to describe what happens to me when I come back here....but it sort of feels like "landing". It is so peaceful and quiet, except that I might hear 2 cars a day passing by. Snow is just disappearing and small flowers will fight to reach out and up towards the sun. Yesterday I had the first feeling of spring, like I had when I was young. You know the day when you can put on your sneakers instead of heavy snow boots. I am looking for flowers in my garden but it is a bit to early, or is it that spring is late? Snowstorm in Barcelona and mother nature has turned us all upside down. Global warming or not - something is happening.

Here, in this sleepy village, I am left to myself. Here I have to seek what it is I have within that urges to come out. Sometimes it is scary, when your facing a white piece of paper, or a white canvas and I just don´t know where to start. Or don´t know if anything will come out at all. Sometimes it is scary. To be creative can be seen as a gift, by many, but also a curse, and the different wars that go on within. Those you can never see on the outside. My acting teacher in LA gave me a book called " The war of art" I can highly recommend it. Actually, I should go ready some pages right now........