Momo

Listen for the unknown #6

Listen for the unknown #6

December 3, 2017
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Hope you heard something new to you in #5. Otherwise, here’s your final chance, with the sixth and final of these podcast recommendations.

I’m leaving off with one of my absolute favorite RSA Event pods that I’ve listened to a multitude of times. Scilla Elworthy was unknown to me first time I stumbled upon this talk, but she’s been nominated three times for the Nobel Peace Price so obviously she’s made her mark in the world. Listen to her making a case for Pioneering the possible.

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What did you hear that you’ve never heard before?

In 2015 I ran a series on herothecoach.com with Sunday postings of podcasts to my liking. In 2017 I will be re-posting some of those blog posts, or posts with other podcast recommendations – and this is one of them, originally posted here – , mixing them up with new podcast recommendations. 

And honestly – I have a feeling that I shortchanged Scilla Elworthys RSA Event-pod when I first put this post out into the world (as you can see, a series of 6 podcast-tips between Christmas and New Years in 2014, all of them memorable, and still well worth a listen to!), so unlike the other times I’ve re-blogged old podcast recommendations, here’s an add-on:

Scilla’s looks remind me of my long-since dead maternal grand-mother, whom I called Momo. I loved my Momo dearly, and perhaps that’s one reason why I feel so drawn to her, when I listen to her talk?

On the other hand, perhaps it has nothing at all to do with that, and everything to do with the fact that Scilla addresses important issues – which it turns out she’s been doing her whole life – and does so with a sense of hope, encouragement, energy. There’s gusto in this lady, drive and enthusiasm, and a lot of it stem from the people she meets. All of them, Scilla as well as the change makers she refers to, are in the business of pioneering the possible. Once you listen you’ll notice that a lot of these “possibilities” are what most of us would immediately write of as completely impossible activities/goals/missions. But alas, setting out to pioneer the possible sure has a totally different ring to it than trying to combat the impossible.

Our words matter – on small and large scale alike –  and Scilla uses hers wisely.

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Graveyard ruminations

April 21, 2016
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I’m sad to see gravestones in Swedish cemeteries being taken down and removed, for lack of someone to care for them, or perhaps more correctly, pay for someone else to care for them. And I get it. I guess. Someone has to pay the price for it, and all that.

But still. Having spent a few precious minutes of peace and quiet at the wonderful graveyard of St Kenelm’s church in Enstone outside Oxford, I still mourn the fact that Swedish cemeteries are such images of straight lines, well kept graves, and neatly tended shrubs and hedges.

Because the magic get’s lost somewhere along the way. I love burial grounds, and perhaps that’s an oddity in itself (although luckily I know I have several friends who join me in this oddity. I am not alone!), but the real magic of a cemetery is never as well experienced as in a gloriously unkept cemetery found in such number on the British Isles (including Ireland).graveyardsLush greenery, old gravestones, where the writing is all but impossible to read, tipped over gravestones, broken ones, in all manner of disarray. Hundreds of years old graves with a fresh bouquet of flowers and a burning candle on it. Some clearly forgotten. Birds chirping away, the dapples of the sun through the branches of a tree, insects buzzing, a dog barking in the distance.enstone graveyardExperiencing such peace and calmness, my soul settling down into the bosom of my heart, taking it in, all of it. I sense love in the air at cemeteries. Perhaps that seems strange, but then again, grief is love with a twist of sadness to it, right? Looking at myself, I cry for those I’ve lost in this world, because I love them and miss having them around in the form I’ve grown used to. Walking around on a cemetery I feel closer to those who are no longer here physically. Memories of times gone by sweep through me, of laughter, conversations, smells and sounds of my childhood tickle my senses, making me believe, for a split second, that I am sitting at the kitchen table of my Momo, drinking a glass of her homemade pink saft…

Oh sweet memories.

I am grateful for having lived a life which has created a grand library of sweet memories to ruminate upon.

Since 2012 up until the new year I blogged over at herothecoach.com and this post a sample of what I’ve been writing over the years. I hope you enjoy this #ThrowbackThursday-post, that I post in loving memory of my paternal grandmother whom we will be saying farewell to today. The post was originally published here, and if you do, please subscribe to updates so you won’t miss out on future posts.

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