The four universal healing salves. In many shamanic societies, if you came to a shaman or medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions. When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding
***, originally uploaded by Annelogue. “You are your love. And that love is mixed up and filled with trouble and joy. The way you’ve loved and the way you’ve fallen apart, and the way you’ve loved again and again. Dharma is love. The point of dharma is reflecting: what have I been given? What do
*Down*Pour*, originally uploaded by Annelogue. There is nothing more relaxing that staring at rain drops dribbling down my big living room window. I canceled all my plans involving biking around the city getting different stuff today. That will have to wait for another day. There is plenty of stuff to deal with inside my apartment.
*Low*Sun*, originally uploaded by Annelogue. “It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more,
*spring*leaves*, originally uploaded by Annelogue. The sun has lovingly graced Copenhagen with it’s warm rays for the last two weeks. A blood test shows that I lack vitamin D, so I have a good excuse for taking a bike ride after lunch at work to soak up some sun. I just hope that this wonderful
***, originally uploaded by Annelogue. Every time I have to leave Copenhagen I get a bit sad. I don’t want to miss out on anything happening here. I know the drill, though. Once I go somewhere else I’m perfectly happy and in the end I dread leaving those places, too. In general I resent leaving,