Story for my life: You start the day writing job application-letters and through a lot of wibbly wobbly paths (including facebook and whales) end up watching a documentary on tectonic plate shift. Of course, the letter is still unfinished.

(Because the shifts of huge masses of land over a time-period so large I can't even begin to comprehend it is way more interesting and pressing than the letter that could determine my life's course in a month's time. Of course).

Family

Family, to me, is most easily described by what it is not.

It is not having some genes in common (after all, we share aprox. 99,9% of our genes with any other random human being, and 98% with chimps).
It is not a matter of who gives birth to whom (where would fathers be in that?)
It is not a mother, a father and two point four children (That would be sort of bloody, and who would pick which 0.4th part of the third child would be kept?).
It is not about living in the same house, or being married or a sharing a family tree. It is not about always being nice to one another or about forever or even about having only one.

So what, then, is family?

Family, to me, is a group of people who cares deeply for one another, each in their own separate ways, each in their own unique capacity. Family is complicated and messy and uneven and always in flux. Family, in the end, is knowing that no matter what you do, no matter what awful words come out of your mouth, no matter how much distance separates you, there will always be someone who still cares.

You know there is work to be done when the most controversial topic in a whole morning of discussion on fostercare placement is the suggestion that you might want to ask kids what they think...

A child has a right to have parents. That comes before parent's right to have a child.

Just typed this huge blog-post but really, the essence is this: I am happy I am who I am and even if I could, I wouldn't change the past, because it's made me Me.

If I die tomorrow I can be content.. But let's hope that's some seventy years away because there is still so much to do and learn and enjoy. I really hope everyone can look at their life and say the same, because it's a lovely and comforting feeling.

Snow

Snow,
Bitter white and cold,
Casting everything in a silent,
Silent Mold.
The sun reflects and hurts our eyes.
And as we flee from silence,
As we flee from freezing whites,
We find someone to hold
And pray for warmer times

The snow is gone,
Unfrozen and now warm,
Water, dirt and crushed down grass,
We wander out from stones and glass,
And find a grey,
But warmer world.
We go and
Find ourselves alone
Somehow
Wish for snow

Going on twenty-three

Going on twenty-three

Am twenty-two, going on twenty-three,
Come take a look at my life and see;
I'm growing up, I'm settling down,
In the adult ways upon which I used to frown.

Am twenty-two, going on thirty-three,
Take my own responsibility.
Cook my food, pay my bills,
No pizza or fries because it kills.

Am twenty-two, going on forty-three,
My days no longer free.
I go to work from nine to five,
Earn my very own way through life.

Am twenty-two, going on fifty-three,
Have to look respectable now, you see?
Will never wear clothes in black and grey,
Well, that's what I used to say.

Am twenty-two, going on twenty-three,
But tonight I am age-free.
Bring out the sexy dresses, bring out booze,
Sometimes even pretend-adults have to let loose.