Dearest friends, It’s finally time for an update. This time it is dispatched not from the tree line, but from the forest’s edge on the plains of Uppland. As many of you know, we’ve now moved back down south and relocated to the Uppsalian countryside, to the very house where Isak grew up. (And given […]
Author: Ingsak
The periphery and its contents
In the corner of my eyes the world becomes fuzzy fades away. And yet I know There you are. Long time, no write. Well, that isn’t exactly true. I’ve been writing in my diary more or less every morning over the past few months – a daily ritual, transfiguring the latest mountain weather, rambling morning […]
Snow is a world-expanding substance
Mornings at the cabin usually begin in much the same way. After Embla finally coaxes us out of bed, we trudge out the door for a morning pee. Well, Embla doesn’t trudge, but bounds down the steps and dives in for her morning snow-rub. She plows in nose-first before plopping down on her back and […]
Star stories
There are no roads to our cabin, but Vintergatan – the Milky Way – runs right above us every clear night. Especially when there is a new or slim moon, the speckled outlines of our galactic neighborhood can be seen in full splendor. At first glance there is just a sea of sparkles, flickering beautifully. […]
How to Bend Time
Just as we settled into our new life in the cabin, I began to receive letters. In the beginning there was just the odd one, but after a few weeks up here some form of letter or postcard had arrived almost every time we would take a walk down to the mailbox by the road. […]
To Take a Life
As I write, I am looking out over a snow-spotted mountain heath and a few leafless, wind-bent birches standing outside the window. I’m in the mountain cabin that my grandparents built almost 70 years ago at the tree line in the Swedish region of Härjedalen. My muscles are aching from yesterday’s hard work – helping […]
The Tree Line
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me. […]
The Wise One
I’ve finally found my spiritual leader. After much searching amongst the teachings of many tribes, I have at last found a sage whose philosophy resonates with my own. And I was lucky enough to find her just as we moved to the mountains. Let me tell you about her. This wise one meets every day […]