the hardest thing on earth

“The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters”

The most beautiful truth — choosing what matters. We all had dreams when we were young, and even still nothing has or may ever become of them. I wanted to be a runner and i’m not talking for want of a gold medal or world renown fame in the olympics. No. I’m talking Forest Gump running. My little heart wanted to race as far as my even smaller legs could take me. It didn’t matter where or how: Its just what i wanted. To this day i’m a great runner but due to snapping ankles that dream can never truly “be.” You know what? Thats just fine. That doesn’t mean the dream is gone but Its life. Now I have created a life that has taken me to places i thought i’d never reach, never could dream of or ever dared to think i’d go to. I don’t aspire for a certain career or job. I try to spend every day doing something i enjoy. I work jobs that i dreamed of having as a child. Sometimes i pick up horse shit — its worth every minute as i get lots of cuddles, become more understanding and have horse snot all over me on a constant basis ( what a bonus!) Other days i write and write and write and write etc.. Sometimes i act, other times i’m a photographer. I’m very lucky and everyday i realise that a little more. I’m thankful for what i have and what i do.

This last year or so i’ve really starting pursuing things i want to do in life. A dream is to have a ranch of my own with a couple of horses, maybe sheep or goats and some form of feathery egg laying bird (no rooster because they don’t usually like me). If i’m feeling really crazy, i am, i’d love to have a big old honorary long horn. I’d love to have acres of land that i can ride out on, camp and live free. I’ve been working on farms as much as i can, getting to be around horses again and working on the ground work/care/riding . Meeting some lovely people with the same interest who i can learn from  + who are willing to show me the ropes. I used to be around horses a lot when i was younger but then i got busy with school, theatre, writing and then travelling — so i had to build that part of my life again. Its hard because i have to start over, but i’m glad im clever enough to want to learn it again.

Ultimately I choose life; and living it to the absolute full. I may never be the rider i want to be but i’ll happily spend my days trying to get there, putting in the hours, the money when i have it; at the end i can smile and say i gave it my damnedest. Finding the small things to be happy about in life is easy when you life for yourself. When you try to focus one what truly brings light into your life–thats when you’re rich.  I don’t live to work. I don’t live for social media. This blog is about as active as i get when it comes to computers. If you’ve seen my facebook/instagram you’ll see that its shocking how bad i am at keeping up with it. Truth be told i’d rather be outside. You know. Where we all should be.
I’ll keep drifting from place to place, from job to job and leaving a trace of highly entertained onlookers.

And that is the end of my semi margarita infused blog post.

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Shorty, a very large sweet boy, snoozing in the snow and loving the afternoon sun.
Mac and his icy whiskers
Ruby and i.
Na na na na naa!
My new BearPaw snow boots — incredible! (No, i havent been paid to say that, they really are good !)

“The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight.”

the dark wood

I shot this while on a walk with my sister  in the woods. When i was planning my trip to the fatherland there were a few things i wanted to  experienced. One – Snow! Two – Christmas Hygge with my family and three – to visit the forest. Im happy to say now that i completed all three and more! As a child i always remembered the forest as being a beautiful magical place where dreams hide in the streams of sunlight and trolls chewing stones hiding out of sight. If it hadn’t been balls cold outside i would have seriously considered going to sleep on the bed of moss nature so kindly provided. The forest provided a peace i haven’t felt in a long time. All turmoil and stress disappeared — helping me realise what i want in life and that i’m doing good on my road to somewhere.
I’m not behind – i’ve always chosen a different road to everyone else because that makes life interesting, and whilst i’ll always feel a little old thats the price i have to pay for the wisdom. I’m kinda ok with that — thats a card i’ve been dealt in life since the beginning.
I moved to Texas (so far from everything i’ve ever known) as a 19 year old, and i’ve gone further since then. I’d be lying if i said i hadn’t been somewhat procrastinating with certain things like my photography and writing, but this year i’ve been slowly turning it around.
My camera goes everywhere with me, as does my moleskin note books and i have myself for company so theres always entertainment readily available.
In all seriousness though, moving around the USA with a man that totally makes waking up every day worth while has changed my life. All i know now is that i have to do what i’m good at and whilst not all of those things will make money — thats ok, they don’t have to.
It’ll make me happy and thats important.
That day being with my sister in the back end of nowhere Denmark, was my epiphany — my realisation that everything, though sometimes terribly hard, will be ok.
Goodbye to a year of utter grief, hardship, old bras and success.
And hello 2018.

I wish you all the best in 2018 — don’t make resolutions, make changes that make you happy. 
You won’t always have a tomorrow. 

the dark wood

ice on the northern peninsula

Theres ice on the northern peninsula, and i got to see it as it froze. I’ve been in Danmark the last few weeks and i was lucky to see the first snow fall the evening i arrived. Travelling home is always full of laughs, family and hygge — not without its added travel stress from the many flights it takes to get there but usually its bearable but not this time. My trip back was horrid — my first flight was delayed by almost two hours which inevitably resulted in me missing my connection in Paris. So instead of flying from Denmark to Paris and then to Boston i had to fly to Paris, to Cincinnati-Ohio and then onwards to Boston with a good 7 hours worth of waiting around in various airports. It essentially took two days to get back to the USA  instead of one. I’m still feeling the after effects. However, i was lucky i was flying at very late/early times on a Wednesday so the airports weren’t terribly busy.

On the up side, I took a walk in the forest last Saturday while the snow was starting to melt. It had been years since i wandered in the forests of the north but i’ve always remembered it as being special, and a little eerie. I kept thinking i’d see a troll hiding behind a big tree or chewing on a rock somewhere, but my mind has always existed in places that often attribute to loneliness in thinking. But theres something very different about Nordic forests. Something that you don’t see or feel anywhere else, and i’m so happy i got to experience it again after so many years of lulling the memory. The hanging branches, sunlight flaring through the trees and the ground bedded in moss — what bliss and just what i needed to end a difficult year.

 

So while i’m getting back on track and sleeping off my ever draining exhaustion i’ll leave you with a Happy Christmas.

Ice on the northern peninsula

the secret kept by mountains

“We dont see things as they are, we see them as we are,” and its so true. It was thanksgiving last week and instead of sitting at a table eating semi-dry turkey we packed up our car and drove due North — to the mountains. Some of you may have seen an update on my insta-story. I’m not really one for holidays apart from Christmas and i’m terrible with dates, to me it was just another day. The further north we went the more the winter caved in on us like a light fog. The roads started to bristle with ice and the trees sprinkled flakes as we drove. Winter is my favourite time of year; i love warm sweaters, knitted blankets, cuddling with Basil on the sofa and any excuse to wear my big snow boots — i’ll take it!

It was around lunch time so it had already started to get dark but the lighting was perfect for photography even the evening was on pointe; warm and softening — my favourite light to work with but unfortunately i don’t get out as much as i’d like to take pictures. I’m glad that i did, my excitement for photographic art was renewed and working with my camera was rewarding.
In short it was a perfect day with perfect company.

Sometimes we need small things to remind us why we work so hard everyday, why we do what we need to so we can do the things that make us happy and make every day a little more special. Photographing my drifting and travels is a huge part of my life (though i sometimes try to deny it when i get frustrated), but sadly sometimes i neglect it because its hard to afford consistent upgrading of equipment and i also work too much. At least too much to go out and take pictures as much as i’d like.

We drove the Kangamangus highway. We were told it was beautiful in the fall, but no — its at its most beautiful in the winter. No body else was up there and miles of forest/mountain road a head of us. We stopped wherever we wanted and Basil was able to explore without disturbance.

Deep in the forest of the mountains was a secret kept only by mountains and trolls… a quiet lake lined in trees and hidden under a thick sheet of ice — completely forgotten as all the tourists and geese had travelled to warmer states. There it was in the winter sun with three playing ducks bathing in the only pool of water left unfrozen. Animals nickered, scratched, squeaked and scarpered. And that warm light i told you about started to die.

the secret kept by mountains

a visitor of yarn-y proportions

In the mornings i work at a lovely horse farm down the road, with lovely friendly people and super sweet horses. I’ve always said i could never work at a desk or behind a screen because it would drive me crazy; i need to work with my hands and my body (by that i mean acting and no prostitution just to clarify). So farm work is right up my alley — plus i love everything horse/animal related. So as im going about my daily business i get a visitor of yarn-y proportions sneaking into my stall.

a visitor of yarn-y proportions

He is the sweetest most affection sheep i have ever met in my life! And now i obviously need one in my life. I’ve worked a lot of farms and every single one has had sheep, but never-nibbling-your-shirt-&-kitty-head-butting sheep that desperately wanted affection. My heart……


For a long time i’ve wanted my own land with my own animals — unfortunately for me and my wallet the list is continuously getting longer. So next to the two longhorns, several cats, dogs and horses i now need a sheep or two.

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Theres nothing quite like living with animals in the world — they’re so upfront and honest; not to mention full of personality. Im grateful i get to spend so much of my time with them because i relate more to them than people. The unspoken respect and knowing. Yes, i’m a very happy with my mucky boots and dirty jeans if it means i get to horse around. And come on, how cute is he ? His wool was super soft too and i was thinking if i had my own sheep i’d get to spin my own yarn. But that is another dream for another day.

a lighthouse and the mountain

Four days from Halloween, and the weather is perfect. The sky is blue and clear, the wind is brisk and there is a longed-for chil — finally. I might regret that last statement when theres 10 feet of snow outside and i can’t feel my feet, but for now im happy that summer is finally at an end. Its been dragging this year and i’m desperate to start wearing comfy snow boots and some wooly coats. Also — christmas?!

Today we spent our Saturday exploring Mount Agamenticus with Basil. We were hoping to see some form of wildlife but that idea was busted when a huge family decided to give their 30 kids a set of whistles as party favours. Fantastic parenting and consideration for others. Everyone on the mountain that wasn’t invited to said party had a pretty lousy experience. The noise decimated all hope of wildlife, and in general ruined the ambience of such a pretty place.

mountain
Thankfully i still managed to get a couple of shots without the millions of screaming children in the trees and on the cliff sides. Its not the tallest mountain — and it doesn’t have to be (its elevation is only 692′) . Its a beautiful reservation and habitat for wildlife — something our world is beginning to lack i might add. I worked on a few boats my first few years living in New England, where i’d seen the small mountain on the horizon when we were returning to Portsmouth. They say its a “noted landmark for sailors,” which it was to me before it ever became known as “Mount Agamenticus.” So it was special to finally get up there and see it from the other side. Mountain to the sea and vice versa.

lighthouse and the mountain

After we were good and tuckered out from the mountain we took a leisurely drive and ended up at the Nubble Lighthouse. I personally would love to live like this — being the antisocial hermit that i am. Its a beautiful little island separated from the mainland by a watery grave. Your own little world just outside of everyone else’s — i mean what could be more perfect?
Signalling ships + piece and quiet = one happy camper.

Bet its cold as balls in the winter mind you.

the lighthouse

agiocochook peak

Its the windiest place on earth, so they say. Agiocochook peak, better known as Mount Washington — was my first mountain. I mean i’ve seen them before from a plane, an airport or just passing through high country on a road trip, but i’d never been to the top. I’ve always found solace in being out at sea under full sail, or riding in the back country of Texas on horse back — but there is a peace in the mountains. A peace that spreads from peak to peak. You’re above the world, away from your everyday hustle and bustle — a life drowning in technology, must do’s and boundaries . Mountains are raw and dangerous, but remind us that the world; though it seems tame below, is far from a kept housewife on easy street.

mount washington state park

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mount washington
In some areas it looked so desolate and forgotten — like the surface of mars or earth after an apocalyptic catastrophe. I’ve always admired mountains; the peaks and bumps always reminded me of sleeping trolls that were hiding till nightfall. As a kid in Denmark — i grew up wary of the woods because of the trolls. I might be the only one, but i was always safer rather than sorry. And thus far — i haven’t been chewed in half by an angry troll.

on top of the world

I was on top of the world once.
Still, as i scurry around the earth looking for my place, there are unexpected wonders on every corner. Those wonders that make every day a little easier and those that show you how unimportant your problems are. Some days are hard, when i look out at a country i don’t recognise as my own and i listen to languages that aren’t comforting, but nature is universal. The wind kisses me where ever i am and for that, i am grateful. For now, if i have no hope in my ever anxious mind, i know i will at least have the wind in my spirits.


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