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What’s not to love?

What’s not to love?

September 1, 2020
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Two years ago I reclaimed lindy hop dancing into my life. A beginner weekend course (a refresher from the few years I danced lindy hop almost twenty years prior), and then classes for three semesters and social dancing at that. Or… almost three semesters. The spring classes (10 classes constitute a semester) were cut short for obvious reasons (Corona, pandemic, social distancing) after the first three.

Today. The first of the remaining seven classes was held. One and a half hours of dancing. N o t the way it was. But… still. Dancing. The music. The sweat, laughter, struggle and flow. How I love it!

How I hope that we will find ways to make dancing a part of our actively lived culture again. Not to have to be afraid of it. Of being close to others. (Yes, measures were taken. Stay home if symptomatic, of course. No obligatory partner swopping, but if you want to swop, going for smaller groups of 2-3 couples. Wash hands. Sanitize them often. No touching of face. Well. You know the drill…)

Am I crazy for doing it?
Possibly. But I am not sure I’d remain sane n o t doing the things I love doing, not for long…

And here’s a clip of two others who also love it. It’s my favorite lindy clip, all categories.
The ease of these skilled dancers, the fun they have, the lovely music… what’s not to love?

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White privilege

June 9, 2020
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White privilege.
That’s the thought that crosses my mind as I listen, for the second time (pressing play immediately after listening the first time round), to Codeswitch podcast episode A decade of watching black people die.

This is what white privilege looks like, I think as I stand there, out in the garden on a lovely summer evening, clear blue sky, sun shining bright as day, with my gloved hands deep in the soil of a pot, potting chili-plants I got as seedlings from a friend.

There’s so much for me to learn.
So I listen.
To Libra Forde on how the Corona-pandemic has given me as a white person, a chance at experiencing what people of color live with on a daily basis.
To Throughline on American police, making me wonder at the history of police and policing in Sweden, where I live. And in the UK, and in…

And I read.
Amanda Judd with the most powerful poem on George Floyd.
Ayana Elisabeth Johnson on how climate change and racism are intricately connected.

And I watch.
American Son.
Trevor Noah on connecting dominos.

There’s much for me to learn.
Help me. Tell me, what are you listening to, reading, watching?


#tankespjärn, for those who wish to discover. More. Other. New.
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Craving physical touch

May 19, 2020
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Stay away.

That’s what I need to do, even though it’s hard, and it hurts.
Emotionally. Tugs at my heartstrings it does, not daring to go visit my mother who has a birthday coming up towards the end of the week.

Instead of heading over to her for the weekend, I’ve organized a Zoom-party for us all to get together. Better than nothing, but definitely not as fun as it would be to celebrate in person. That’s one of the major insights I’ve gotten from the Corona-pandemic. How human beings – and most notably me – are very physical beings. We are social creatures, craving physical touch.

I miss hugs.
I miss touching people, on the arm, hand, back, leg, in conversation, in gentle banter, as a way to reinforce my message.
I miss high-five:ing people.

It’s never been more apparent to me, than right now.
I am a social creature, craving physical touch.
You?


#tankespjärn, for those who wish to discover. More. Other. New.
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Buddhas by the roadside

April 7, 2020
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I don’t know how many times I’ve sat in complete rapture listening to Dominic tell a story, or debunk a book, or guide me through a connection of dot’s that I wasn’t anywhere near connecting. More than once, I’ve wished I were recording it, wanting to share his insights, his wisdom, his deep knowledge of more areas on human existence on Earth than I can name.

Then there’s Caspian. Such a dear friend of mine, popping ideas right and left, and generously inviting me to tag along for the ride. Wise well beyond his years and yet, young enough to introduce new vistas of human existence in my life in a completely different way to how D does it, and never shy of telling me when I am off base in one or another way.

I love them both and love spending time with them. And since the fall of 2019, we’ve been doing just that, recording our conversations. However, we’ve never really gotten around to figuring out how to put this out there, or when… and then: Global pandemic strikes.

And there are no people I would rather sit with, talk with, engage with and receive tankespjärn from, than these two. So, that’s what we’ve been doing. We’ve recorded a number of conversations, which all have the corona-virus as a common denominator, but let me tell you, these conversations take the most wondrous routes, passing through such topics as Process Work, salt and slavery, the economy of Modern Man, Georgism and the Commons, and so much more.

And we said, sod it. Let’s not figure out precisely how to put this out there, let’s just do it. So that’s what we’ve done. The Corona Conversations by Buddhas by the roadside, are available on most pod players (or will be very shortly, I know Anchor and Spotify are up edit: now on Apple/Podcasts, and the rest are soon to follow!), and I would urge you to take a listen. Start with the one from March 14th, 2020, because that’s where we started this. And then – well. It’s up to you. Keep listening, or turn us off, your choice. But at least, give us a listen, at least if you are ready for some serious tankespjärn!

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