Lokke-lek

Kom, bukken til gutten,
kom, kalven til mor,
kom mjauende katten,
med snehvite skor
kom, andunger gule,
kom frem i fra sjule',
kom, kyllinger små
som neppe kan gå,
kom, duene mine
med fjærene fine!
Se, gresset er vått,
men solen gjør godt,
og tidlig, tidlig er det på sommer'n
men rop på høsten så kommer'n!

- Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson

Note: The sun just got here, no one call just yet.

MORGENKAFFEDIKTET

Her er deilig
morgen
kaffe
til deg. Ja, vent

litt, jeg skal bare
ro i land
denne
drømmen først.

- Jan Erik Vold

 

We are humans and we live. We can't help it. There we were, so far from what we generically call home, and when we left, we left another home we built, another home to tuck away in a neighbourhood of our mind, next to all the rest. And each home, no matter how temporary, so heartbreakingly sweet.

- Carissa Gallo, from Kinfolk Magazine no. 3

"I didn't see it then, but, I see it now. 

Things come in due time. 

It's as clear as a bell now 

and there is comfort in that." 

Nikole Herriott

    "There is no road that doesn't have a bump in it."
    Lance Herriott

making plans.

conducting plans.

"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal - that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have caught."
                                           

             - Henry D. Thoreau, Walden