Posted in California, Life, Prose

Our Pledge

The Mountains feel

love eternal,

 

Blessed are the valleys

for here we dwell,

 

Call out to the heavens

the stars and the sky as one

 

Contentment awards those

strong of body and mind

they who seek the truth

of life eternal,

 

We, who seek out life’s dreams

fulfill love’s commitments,

and seek the pathway through time,

We are one with Life….


27 December 1977. California.

Posted in Life, Prose

Fluid Emotions

Fluid Emotions

ripples through time

blow gentle breezes

blow through my mind,

 

Cloudburst intentions

scatter like rain

enriching my pastimes,

or drowning my pain,

 

Silently stalking

rumors and myths

encountering dream lands,

close scrutiny had missed,

 

Sight sees, hands grasp

My mind merges with today


30 July 1977. California.

Posted in California, Life, Prose

Thoughts 1977

Strange, it seems

to live, to love

to dream dreams,

 

Stranger yet

my mind withdraws

my heart forgets,

 

Strangers, we are

lost in life’s mist,

 

That’s stranger by far…


14 May 1977. California.

Posted in California, Prose

Mountain Tree Morning

Sun unseen

I walk about, drawing into myself

the fading nighttime cold,

waiting, somewhat patiently

for the dawn to warm,

I found myself sitting

by the all hours water,

casting my stone thoughts

to higher mountain shores,

-how small the moment is

the “being” high above, looking downward

on waters such as there

and the towering spires above

how silent my life thoughts move downward

I again view the water

swirling to time lost

no everyday living to write about

what causes may present

I live to scan other vistas

to be the feelings, I’ve yet to discover

to find, to cherish, the me inside

Wait now, I see

the sun

The warmth envelopes me – again


1 June 1981

Posted in California, Dogs, Travel

Mapping My Trip

Los Angeles, California is a big place. So big that one map might just as well fill up a tiny Danish Room, and that might seem to be too much for most Danes!

“Give me a Country that can fit on my bedroom floor” is a common Danish saying, translated into English. Here is the original version:

Give me a Country that can fit on my bedroom floor!

Don’t  you just hate/love Google Translate?

It almost looks like the English translation, just without the quotation marks! Perhaps I’ve wasted too many years learning Danish, when I should have used English instead?

Oh well. Here is my starting point:

los angeles

If you notice the International Airport in the circle on the map? No, the one with the red balloon. Yes, Got it? Great. The large triangle, or Three-Sides (in Danish to English) then you’ll notice the Pacific Ocean. It looked as if it needed a triangle on it, even though it didn’t fit exactly!

The arrows show possible directions of travel, while the circled Interstate numbers are the main traffic-congested routes around this Megalopolis! One of the Interstates didn’t exist when I used to live in LA, so I won’t be taking it so as not to jinx things!

One of my sisters came from East Los Angeles, which is on the upper right side of this rather confusing map, but which tells the story of a young girl, growing up together with her family, who lived in an entirely different city than, where she claimed to have come from!

I’m really looking forward to seeing El Segundo again, which was totally unmemorable in the 70s and 80s, and now has the opportunity of being equally unmemorable in the new millennium!

Upon leaving LA, I’ll be driving to the….wait a minute. You can’t see that on this map. I’ll just include the next one to help you out.

usa

Now you can see the big picture including Canada, which has denied me access to Kamloops, but that doesn’t matter anymore! I’ll be driving from….wait a minute, you can’t see that can you? I’ll just zoom in a bit to help you out:

ca sideways

Now I want you to imagine that you are flying into California from the Pacific. How would you know how it looked, if all maps are traditionally pointed with North being at the top of the map?

I’ve also made some sharp angle changes to the Golden State in order to show you that California’s coastline and its border with Nevada are less than perfect as opposed to a state like Colorado!

colo

Notice how rectangular Colorado is as compared to California! Someone should re-draw the boundaries and make the USA more uniform! Note how North is at the top of Colorado!

colo-90

Here is Colorado as if you were flying in from the Pacific. Note how it still has its rectangular shape, but the writing is all wrong. It might be right, if you can think in right angles, but for the rest of the untrained travelers, the image might be confusing?

But we’ve traveled far from California to Colorado, and that is not the purpose of this blog. I’m not really sure of the purpose, but I’m hoping that it will become more clear to me and Wonder Dog as we journey down My Inner Ear, which just happens to be the title of this site, if you didn’t know that?

Colorado / California or Bust!

(Maps borrowed from Google Maps)

Posted in California, Travel

Traveling Down My Inner Ear

Some of my co-workers asked me today, “Are you going to write a Blog when you visit the USA?”

That was way too easy of a question.

I could have answered, “A piece of Cake”, or “My mother wore Army Boots”, but I was afraid that they wouldn’t understand!

I’d rather write a Blog about my Inner Ear. Without the Wax!

Why the Inner Ear?

Wouldn’t that be more interesting, than a bunch of old photos of things, that everyone has seen a million times before?

USA – Bah! What would I wouldn’t do for a pocket full of “Likes” and yet even more “Followers” who think that I resembled Harrison Ford in my younger days!

“Now we’re rounding the first bend”, I’d say, thinking that my description of my Inner Ear – The Left One, was more interesting than the “Hollywood Sign”, or skateboarders in Santa Monica!

“Smog in a Can”, could be my next blog, but everyone would clamor for more of my Innermost Ear Stories, of the Woman who dared to love the man who made such a journey, and the School Children who camped outside my house, waiting for an autograph, or a piece of Ear Wax to amaze and astound their classmates with!

The hopeful readers of my Blog would still be waiting for a Blog about California, but none would come. A number of their comments would end up in my SPAM filter: Just how far can you go down your Inner Ear? Can it continue to be interesting? What happened to Los Angeles?

Well, LA is exactly where I left it some 25 years ago, but my Inner Ear has been with me all along!

“My Inner Ear” – Can’t wait to read that one!

 

Posted in Canada, Travel

Kamloops or California?

Well, some of you probably thought that I’d left blogging behind for other places, but I just had to post an update on my upcoming trip to Kamloops!

The problem is that I seem to have mixed up my travel plans a bit and might be heading to California instead of Canada!

If you don’t think about C and K having the same pronunciation, than it really doesn’t matter if Kamloops starts with a C, or California with a K?

According to Wikipedia: Canadian diaspora:

Country or Territory Canadian citizens Source
United States 1,062,640 Coulombe and DeVoretz, 2009

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canadian_diaspora

The population of Kamloops is 85.678 (2011) of which might just comprise a number of Californians?

If any of you are seeing, where I am heading with this, then raise your hands……

I thought, I saw one or two in the back rows, that have seen the logic in my reasoning, but I’ll just explain it for the rest of you:

If I were to end up in California, which might be spelled Kalifornia, then that would almost be like being in Canada, or Kanada, if that helps you? I’m not suggesting that Kanada is the same as Kalifornia, but I might just come across some homesick Kanadians, who might or might not say that they are Canadians, dependent on how much they really miss Kamloops, or don’t like the thought of voting for Donald Trump?

If I do end up in California, instead of Kamloops, then my logical explanation should be known to you, out there, causing no distress whatsoever in my way of thinking? I’d like to think that I will still be flying into Kamloops International Airport, but it might just be LAX in Los Angeles, which might be the same anyway? If the airplane is blown off course, or we need to land in Kamloops to tank up, then I’d like you to disregard this blog all together!

If I am still writing blogs, when I get to that point in time, then I might just happen to regale you all with a few tales of the wilds of Kamloops, aka. Los Angeles, or any point along the map between those two places.

I’m happy to have gotten that off my chest, before my trip out West, thinking that a lot of you – all, might have been disappointed in thinking that I was having the time of my life in Kamloops, but chose not to share it with the rest of you-all!

I might still not do so, but now you-all, have something more to live for!

Dedicated to the Canadian in all of us!……

Posted in Life

Meet Me in the Darkness

I’m one of those dark type of people. Some like to do things in the light, but others like me, prefer the dark.

I think that the glaring light of reality is way too bright for the likes of me. I would rather reside in the shadows, or perhaps in the darkened areas of my imagination. I do, however, enjoy the sunlight on a warm summer day, but it is always the darkness that draws me home.

Doing things in the middle of the day takes away the mystery of the darkness. Things lose their charm and fascination, being able to see each and every detail in crystal sharpness. There is no place for shadows in the middle of the day. No room to hide, and no way to escape without detection.

The darkness is easily obtained at night. Turn off any light, and the darkness creeps in and around the corners of the imagination. A single light in the distance throws shadows, stronger when closer, but more diffuse when farther away. The lights seem to dim as the night grows older. You’d think that dark was dark, but when the final shadows blend into the night, there is no hope left in sight, with even the shadows fusing into the darkness.

One is never entirely sure, what lies in the darkness. Familiar objects and known distances seem to blur in one’s memory, as if they become fluid in the ensuing nothingness.

The Winter months possess the richest darkness. The Summer months shoulder the last rays of Nordic Sunlight, making Summer nights never as dark as those in the Winter. Summer months tend to draw people out to enjoy the lightness of the evenings. They stretch over 11pm in late June through July, when the Scandinavian sun never is far below the Western horizon.

The Winter months are diametrically opposed to each other. The Winter months draw one indoors, seeking the lighter places and warmer impulses. The outside darkness is left to itself, shivering without its woolen blankets, even hiding the fact that snow might be on the way, making things yet even colder again. The stars shine brightly in the heavens. Orion the Hunter and his Big Dog inhabit the Southern Skies throughout the Winter months, marking their way in the darkness.

I am attracted to the Winter Months as well. No time is the Milky Way brighter, nor are the evening planets more inviting, than when they are greeted in the cold evenings of the Danish Winter. The nights are long and the days are short, evoking memories of the warmer, brighter Summer, seemingly light years away. No one seems to hail the advent of Winter. Most would rather send it on its way, wishing never to experience it again. If only the Summer would gain more power, if only the Winter would diminish in strength. if only….

Wishful thinking is just that, wishful. We all know what the reality of the situation is, and accept it for that. If we wanted to attain more Summer and less Winter, than we should move ourselves southwards, which of course denies our identities of who we are, and where we come from.

I am only speaking for myself, not being a native of this latitude. My coordinates lie farther to the South, approximating the countries of the Mediterranean. My Nordic roots are non-existent, though my ancestors did come from Russia once upon a time. My dark ways appeared when I moved to Denmark, having left the lighter climes of California for only my memory to reside in. It might remember the  California Summers, being long, hot and rain-less, but the newer memories tend to erase the older ones. My newer reality tends to the darker side of life, the darker climes of Scandinavia.

In the Winter, I am of the darkness, as it is harder to come by in the Summer months. I can surround myself completely in the darkened rooms, and move about in the coldest Winter winds. Although I shiver and abhor the extreme cold, it is still another characteristic of the wondrous dark, Winter months.

Taking the bitter with the sweet, and the darkness with the light.

The darkness is that which calls out to me.

Meet me in the darkness…

 

 

Posted in Travel

I am in a car traveling through Sweden

I am in Sweden. Sweden is in Scandinavia. I live in Denmark. A lot of Danes can understand Swedish. I am not a Dane. I speak English in Sweden. It works for me.

I have been on a Ferry from Denmark. Not long after arriving in Sweden, the car broke down. I am from California. Never ever would I have believed you, back then, if  you told me that one day, I would be on vacation in Sweden, stranded or not. Sweden is a nice Country. Nice people and nice scenery. No matter how nice it was, I am not happy, being stranded.

Sweden is filled with trees. As we drive northwards, the Swedish trees fill my memories. We are headed toward Norway. We are now traveling on Europe Highway, E45. That is the same highway that passes through Denmark, Germany and beyond. It is over 4900 kilometers long and finally ends its days in Sicily. We are not going to Southern Europe on this trip. Norway would be fine for me.

We are now traveling on Highway E12 Westwards toward Norway. We reach the border to Norway at 8pm. There is no passport control. There are no guard towers with machine gun wielding soldiers. This is Europe without borders.

June has just become July. The Sun is still high in the sky. To the south are snow-clad mountains. They lie in Norway. The sight makes me think of the Mountains in California. The Sierra Nevada. Something inside of me wants to climb these Mountains, but I am only passing through. I am still allowed to dream of my lost Mountains, far far away.

norway_cut

Photo from video: Looking south from Norway-Sweden Border

I am headed to a city called Mo in Rana in Norway. I arrive at 9pm. The sun is still up in the sky. This is the land of the Midnight Sun. Back in California, the Sun has set at 7:30 pm. Now it would be dark.

I am just a traveler from California, via Denmark and Sweden. I am in Norway at 66 degrees, 19 minutes North, 14 degrees 10 minutes East.

Tomorrow, I will travel to the Arctic Circle at 66 degrees 33 minutes.

I have never in my life been so far away from home in California. Tomorrow awaits….

mo i rana