Saturday, June 24, 2017

The dream of a cottage in Sweden

Happy Midsummer, everyone! It has been insanely hot here the past couple of days, but now it finally cooled down and the sky is covered in clouds while the wind is running through the trees in our garden. I am sitting at my window watching them, thinking.

Last night I have been randomly searching for homesteads in the north of Sweden and suddenly I've found the perfect cottage for me. I've got so excited I could not fall asleep afterwards. It is a red wooden house right in front of a sea, the forest in the backyard near a small village nearby Lapland. It looked like the perfect home for me - I could already imagine myself standing in front of the main door. And the price isn't as high as I expected! My mind went crazy. I imagined buying this house, moving to the north of Sweden after finishing my study in Winter, living near the sea while I renovate the inside of the house, making it my home, documenting my life and process there! My heart is jumping up and down with this thought.

But of course, I have so many things to consider - financial facts, visiting the house, moving plans, my study, support by friends and family - the list is long. I was thinking about starting a crowdfunding campaign so people who would like to support me and my dream could do so and in return, I could offer insight into my life and moving there, songs and other perks. This would be all quite a big thing so I have to think about it properly.

There are two voices in my head. One of them is cheering me on to buy this house and move there as soon as possible because we both know I belong there! Now or never - why should I wait if this is what I want so desperately? But then the other voice comes in - the one that wants to destroy my little dream. It brings up all the doubt and fear. How should I finance this? Could I survive there on my own? It would include so much struggle and is not as rosy as I imagine it! You are too young, you should get a job first,  a n d   s o   o n ... 

Yes, I am afraid. But it doesn't change my excitement at all, and my wish to live that life! Yes, I know it will be hard and a lot of work, but damn I am looking forward to it. Challenges make life exciting! Yes, I could stay here forever, get an ordinary job and be unhappy for the rest of my life - because I am running from my fears. But life is so short, so so short and why should I waste it with things I don't want? I would rather make a big mistake but go for my dreams, instead of burying them and be unhappy. 

I am watching the leaves flying in the wind, how the trees are bending in the breeze. They look like green waves. What will be, will be. Things will come how they should. That's what I've always believed in, but sometimes I forget. I tend to stress myself too much because I am afraid that it will be too late, that I have to act now. But I don't, I should keep calm and let life happen. 
I will keep you updated with my house-finding process and all what's going on! I hope you are as excited as I am because I love to share passion and dreams - "happiness is only real when shar'd". Have a wonderful weekend! I hope you are all fine and live your dreams!

Photos by Polly Balitro

Friday, June 16, 2017

The love of writing by hand

For many years I maintained several penpal-ships all over the world. A few summers ago I started to exchange letters with lovely souls from all kind of places. I wrote with Filippa from Sweden about the Swedish summer, philosophized with Stephanie from England about the human existence and exchanged poems and thoughts with Oona from Finland. Expecting a letter in my mail is one of the most exciting things in everyday life. It brings so much joy and excitement to wait for some new stories, thoughts and little treasures hidden between handwritten paper. 

I had the honor to work with Lamy and Journeybook this month to talk about the love of writing by hand. I can still remember my birthday many years ago when my grandma gifted me my first fountain pen. It was by Lamy and made out of wood with some red decorations. I have been quite young back then and only started to explore the world of calligraphy and handwritings.  The joy of writing by hand, watching the ink setting on the white paper, creating blue lines on the white surface, never changed throughout the years. In the modern society where most of the conversations happen on our phones or computers, sitting down with patience and dedication, writing down a message for someone by hand became a rarity. 

Lamy stands for good quality writing devices and their variety of pens provides a beautiful and high-quality utensil for everyone, like this Lamy Accent with smooth Bruyere. In their collaboration with JourneyBook they combine two major pleasures - writing and traveling. JourneyBook offers several journey books for different kind of destinations, including Scandinavia, Island, Canada and many more. It provides you many pages to collect memories, thoughts, space to plan and organize, and plenty of side notes to get to know your travel destination a little better. Which is your next destination?

Throughout my stay in Finland I exchanged many letters with dear souls, I sat down at night to write down my songs in my little notebook and I left notes and little, hidden letters to my beloved ones, which they found after I left. Writing something by hand leaves a piece of your soul with it - it becomes much more personal when someone writes you a message by hand because it contains their mark. I can delete a text message or an email, but I keep handwritten notes or letters because it feels like someone sat down with you and told you a secret. The ink sank into the paper and anchored with the filament of the words. What a wonderful thing would it be to find some old, faded handwritten letters of deceased souls in the future when all the text messages already got lost in the neverending space of the virtual world? Am I the only one who feels the spirit and soul through that piece of paper which contains so much history?

Do you still write letters or is this a slowly dying tradition - and do you have a favorite writing utensil?