Serie: "Skadedjur"
Jag fick en dag en idé då jag tänkte på hur hemskt synd och orättvist det är att vissa djur enbart ses som skadedjur. Faktum är att det är människan som gör djur till skadedjur. Att dela in djur i kategorierna nyttodjur och skadedjur (oftast på ekonomiska grunder) tycker jag är ett tecken på hur alldeles för antropocentriskt vårt samhälle fungerar. Vad var då idén, kanske nån undrar? Jo, idén var att lyfta fram några "skadedjur" i ett ljus där inte dessa indelningar (nytto-/skadedjur) existerar, i ett ljus där deras "true colors" får skina klart.
Jag tänkte avgränsa mig till Sverige och försöka presentera en djurart i veckan. Alla olika insekter (som nog är de djur man mest förknippar med ordet 'skadedjur') kommer jag inte gå in på, men insekter som grupp kan vara intressant att ta upp. Jag har inte bestämt i förväg vilka djur det blir och i vilken ordning, men först ut är i alla fall mårdhunden!
Jag tänkte avgränsa mig till Sverige och försöka presentera en djurart i veckan. Alla olika insekter (som nog är de djur man mest förknippar med ordet 'skadedjur') kommer jag inte gå in på, men insekter som grupp kan vara intressant att ta upp. Jag har inte bestämt i förväg vilka djur det blir och i vilken ordning, men först ut är i alla fall mårdhunden!
Dagens foto - 31/8
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A blessing for one who is exhausted
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,
The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.
Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.
At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.
[by John O'Donohue]
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
Then all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,
The light in the mind becomes dim.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become laborsome events of will.
Weariness invades your spirit.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
The tide you never valued has gone out.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
You have been forced to enter empty time.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.
At first your thinking will darken
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time.
[by John O'Donohue]
Svampar & bär
Ja, nu växter skogens frukter så det knakar.
Sultans of swing
Mamma! Detta är musik! Eller hur?
I lost a friend...
