Among the sheeps - a walk at Pilane Burial gounds

I move this posts over from an old blog. To celebrate it is spring here. Once it is started it gets quick. Soon it is summer.

At the ancient meadows - at a burial ground 1500 years old - world art is exhibited. Visited by thousands of people and some "native" sheeps. Bring your own coffee, some sandwiches and take a walk and enjoy something amazing. It will at least take you half a day. Walk with me and enjoy some pictures. First some facts though.

"There is a large number of stone formations still visible at Pilane burial ground at Tjörn in the county of Bohuslän, including fifteen majestic judgement circles with raised stones within a circle of round stones. These stone formations have been dated to the middle Iron Age, 0-600 A.D. [Source Riksantikvarieämbetet]

Weeping girls

And laughing boys.

The kids enjoyed interacting with art.

And so did  I :-)

Looking up I found this.

And down...

From this point there is a grandiose viewover the coastline. Impossible to take a picture of. It is too majestic and too overwhelming

Same motive as last year. Just less water, a totally different light and another perspective and context

There will be more pictures from this years exhibition. But not today - I have a special idea for those.

2009
Here comes some of my favourites from last year.
 

 

The great sphinx, my absolute fav. I miss that big white landmark. It was like a lighthouse in the countryside

The man of letters - shining bright in the sunshine. Hollow and shallow but still a man.

I hope you get an idea why you should visit Pilane burialgrounds at Tjörn summer 2010.

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Note! I only have the copyright of the pictures - not the Art itself.

Without context and understanding

Written spontaneously on my mobile.

Sitting in my car. Had a happy day and it will be even better in a few minutes.

Sometimes there is no connection between happenings in life. Sometimes there is just a huge avalanche of doings. Non correlated. uncontrollable. Pure coincidences. Stupid ideas. Luck or bad luck. There are too many uncontrollable players. And each one contributes with their own acts at the big theatre. There is no correlation between islands of people and doings - it is "kaos".

And Google doesn´t make it better. I have stopped looking - I do not want to know.

What seems to be obvious doesn't necessarily need to be it. It might be a coincidence. There is so much on that other side of that other side. You will never know. That is for sure.

On My iPhone

About my blogs

My official blogs are Bettina´s Business and Bettina's Backyard Babies (this blog)

These are open to everybody..
Handle with care and respect!

The old private blog and the blog about Mona-Lisa is private
They will remain open since a login is a much too big obstacle for the concerned ones. The entrance is once again protected by IP blocking and will remain so.

The purpose of Mona-Lisa blogs is already printed down clearly. It is a sanctuary for the closest mourning ones and people related.

Both these blogs are grave yards. Handle with 100% respect if you ever find them!

About not letting the past colour your choices

Do you see the cherry three or the crushed brick wall?
It is a matter of choice.

I have thought about that question a lot lately. If I should let the past colour my choices or not. One way or the other it does to everybody since old experiences are used without any conscious decision.

I have had a hard year.I am getting out of it thanks to lots of work related projects giving me energy. And in this process I had to make a few decision if I should let the past colour my choices or not.

With eyes sensitive for green

This is an old blogpost from another blog. The spring hasn´t come this far in Sweden yet but I republish it now since it illustrates current phase in life and soon in nature. Old snow melted away a month ago, life starts now to stir in threes, bushes ground and myself. Temporarily backlashes like this day's mini blizzard is not important.

Remember - There is always another side of that other side.

When it snows - there is sunshine just a few hundred meters above your head. It may melt in a few hours like today.

This was my other side last year in May. It is my other side  right now....or to be more true my current side.

27 may 2010
Where did all the snow go? The snow I suspected would stay until midsummer. It's gone. Vanished. Totally. In just a few weeks winter turned into summer. A weekend hotter than last summer made me wonder - is this summer going to be as hot as last winter was cold? Have we moved to another latitude? Is that big ball called planet earth totally screwed?

For the moment I just enjoy and follow the path deep into the wood. I breathe. I smell. I hear the blackbirds and a hysterical thrush imitating at least ten different birds. It makes me smile. Soundsample

My feets softly treads the soft moss.

I can taste the sour juice from lime coloured spine sprouts.

I can feel the soft and damp air caressing my cheeks.

The moment of sanctuary fills my whole body and mind.

With eyes sensitive for green …I proceed.

One thing I was remembered about today is ho easy it is to presume
things when there actually is too little information provided.
And no one cares for more but still draw conclusions.

Or when someone gives you the option to tell the missing
information but cannot manage to listen.
Hands on both ears and eyes.
Or simply are unwilling or
perhaps unable to listen.

That is OK!
Be happy!

But do not draw conclusions if input is poor
Go out in the woods instead
And breathe!

I do that - I love it!

Pure lust - Zouk & Bachata

And now to something completely different. Pure lust. Zouk and Bachata.

These people do not use any kind of drugs. Probably not even a drink.

These dances has their own rules. You cannot treat the lady bad. You have to respect her or else she leaves the dance floor. This is probably hard to understand for an external viewer.

Respect is the word and at the same time is is a great hug therapy. Making feel good hormones like dopamine and endorphins swim around in you body. Making you feel good all over your body.

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The photographer didn´t use any kind of drug either :- ) Experimenting with exposing both with and without flash in same picture to get rid of that sterile atmosphere a flash can create

The importance of saying good bye

Copyright Bettina Braesch-Andersen

This post was moved here 10 March 2011 after too much traffic at Mona-Lisa blogg. That blog is a sanctuary. The post needed also another ending since time changes perspective. Read comments below

Peter Pan said "never say good bye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting".

I agree in Peter Pan - but not the way he intended his statement. Without saying good bye it is so much worse to "forget" and leave and go into next state of life. There is a reason for that ritual. A good reason. To prepare for life without the one you loved or a "just" a friend. That is why we have funerals. That is why we say good bye.

Not to be allowed or having the possibility to say good bye is bad for all kind of separation. I know for sure since I lost two friends this year. Both processes are similar and at the same time so very different. None gave the chance to good bye. Who have the chance say something before you are hit by a train in 100 km per hour?

I will never forbid anyone to say good bye no matter what has happened. I will never refuse anyone to come to mine or my families funeral either. Because if you not let people say good bye you only create ghost seeking for answers and internal peace. And what or whom does that help?

I think last months has proved that in many ways. Involuntarily and without my intention it has. I can still see the footprints...

Two persons who had had a feud for ten years shake hands at a relatives funeral. The world stood still for ten seconds. All surrounding people were breathless. Afterwards the combats refused to go for "church coffee" together but that was OK. They didn´t need to like each other - just accept each others needs to farewell. And shaking hand was a respectful way of showing it to the diseased and her family.

We were all united that day in grief. Nothing could stop us to gather. At last funeral there were 400 persons in the church. We got stronger together...it is easier when you´re not alone.

I am so grateful for the support I have got from every body last month. But I am partly still in a transit hall...and that hurts too. I have too many colours in my palette. Too many shades of grey to decide what is right or wrong and who´s not worth my attention, anger, fear, love, empathy, friendship or what so ever.

I have fun at work. Lots of nice things is happening me. I can now mostly wake up in the morning and feel lust for life again. But other days are much harder.

I realize that to be able connect to people is necessary for the human race but sometimes I wish I could handle relations without any kind of attachment. Strictly "friends business" - a social NSA (non-string-attached) is what I probably need for many years from now on.

If you ever comes into a situation when you´re not allowed to say good-bye. For example you may not turn up at a hospital where a friend is dying, you are unable to go to a funeral, you are not being allowed to say good-bye or you simply ave a hard time leaving a problem or life situation - create your own ceremony. If possible share it with some friends. Or perform it all alone.

Decide it will be the final ceremony. But if you fail - remember we all are human beings and we constantly fail. Do that ceremony again...in time it will work. I know it will.

The replacement Theory (more about grief)

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Mona-Lisa and her friend died 18 years old in the railways accident 9 September 2010 at Stenungsund.

For those who cannot be there - Six months

I was at the grave yard this morning. I brought one candle for everyone
I have been in touch with on Facebook and elsewhere. People I know
will be unable to go to the grave. Her Lebanese friends.

 

It was a very cold and windy morning. The candles couldn´t
make it. Not even in that big lantern Steve had put there.
I will do a second attempt tomorrow.

My Angel

It is six months today.

And for the moment not any easier
than that day.

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Mona-Lisa and her friend died 9 September
at the railway accident at Stenungsund.
http://www.thelocal.se/28894/20100909/

Still no answers how it could happen.