Several friends have told me that I simply must read this book. As I didn’t take action too promptly, the book found it’s way to me.  My darling friend Annika actually sent me her copy, with angelwings.

Tonight it’s this book that’s keeping me going… As in the morning I must take my youngest son, my love, my sunshine, to the doctor.  Most likely it’s nothing, but it could be something he’s been followed for since he was a few months old. And his head has been hurting more of less non-stop for half a year.

I’m so scared.

Angels in my hair, keep me company tonight ♥ .

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I’ve been having some serious trouble sleeping recently… This morning at 4.00 am my head was again on overdrive, making lists of stuff to be done, more lists of things I haven’t done on time and then some lists of past events where I’ve failed more or less miserably. UhHuh.

There’s something about that 4 o’clock am that’s especially ruthless… It finds a little insomniac particularly exhausted and alone, all defenses down.

So. It’s time to arm oneself with a hot Bikram class so intense that it’ll clear away every last thought, even from the most stubborn of heads.

And here’s a word for my today.

Today I will live it. Promise. 

~*♥*~

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2013

Photo: the cool hunter

I’m ready.

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Have you already shifted your sights to the new year? I started tonight.

Wondering, dreaming away about things I would like to do, to experience, to achieve, to feel… I have a plan you see. For a moment, I’ll let my thoughts fly free, then I’ll ask them to stop butterflying around my head. Take a good look at those unclear unspecified dreams. And then make a plan, draw a picture, of just how I could achieve them in this very real life.

Once, for a period of a year, I had a kind of life/career coach. Who made me realize just how many mountains in my life I could climb, if I only had the patience and understanding to do it step by step.

Hiking in Provence, summer 2012. Photo Albert Mäkelä.

When I met her, I had an unspecified dream, of starting a blog. No name for it, no concept, no schedule… And without her LadyBohemia would still be a freeflying thought in the la-la-land of my mind.

Step by step.

I’ll choose my mountains, then conquer the ones I love the most.

Which will your mountains be for 2013?

~*♥*~

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what is the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you?

that’s something I’m negotiating with myself on this particular sleepless night. feels rather appropriate a topic, it being Christmastime and all.

tell me yours and I just might tell you mine..

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is what is wish you all my dear readers, near or far, from the bottom of my heart.

Where ever you are, I hope it’s with your loved ones. That’s where I am today ♥.

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Tonight sleep won’t come.

But I don’t mind anything else, as I have two little ones who are safe and sound right in the next room, faraway in dreamland.

And I lay here looking a these pictures. The large one is 4-5 years old, my all time favorite. I remember how happy we all were when it was taken.

And the little silver frame… A photo taken seven years ago, at the baptizing of my baby son. He was a little frightened and I was comforting him… A picture that so perfectly captures the closeness of mother and child, that I can still feel his weight in my arms, his breathing on my neck.

Our house was lit by candles – and nothing else but candles everywhere. The music was soft and sweet, everyone we loved was there.

And here I am, unable to shake the memories of these pictures. Counting my blessings.

~*♥*~

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All I want for Christmas this year… Is for this 8-year boy to be found. He’s out there somewhere and it’s so cold.

My own boy is just one year younger and I bring him socks and covers every morning when he sits on the sofa watching his cartoons. Our house is a bit chilly you see.

Can’t imagine how it’s possible to breathe if your child is out there. Alone. When reading the news hurts even those of us who have never even met him.

Please, pretty please. Bring him home safe.

Then Christmas can come.

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…is best described by music.

Nessun dorma, by Andrea Bocelli. Brings tears to my eyes, so beautiful, so powerful it is.

~*♥*~

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