Catching Up With The Back(b)log | #Writing

More than two weeks off. Of reasons. I did an inventory on dates to fill in with retrospective blogging. I want every day of the year reflected in retrospect, where I did not do the Lullaby Blogging. There is something special with daily blogging. A journal, leaving memories where they are. Fragments of life, where the little can express much. Image and text. And also an exercise in writing, creating, discipline and focus! I need it! So, with that said – beginning tomorrow! Aiming to cover all the gaps before closing the book of 2019 – the most Lovely and…

The New Headstone | #MikaTheAngel

Yesterday it came into place – our family headstone. I had a strong peak in sorrow pain today. Getting so manifested … We are satisfied with the stone. Pink/black/grey tiger stripey, made of what is called Hallandia. Two bronze birds – one looking down, one looking up. Minimalist text. ABRAHAMSSON. Mika.

A Heart As The Bird Phoenix | #MikaTheAngel

When we had our Mika Memorial and Bye Bye the 29th of August, Grandma Hedwig ended the ceremony with a baloon rising up in the air, with signatures on a photo of Mika from all of us attending. The Funeral Bureau had two extra baloons, just in case, and we got one of them home. It has been high up in our living room ever since. The other day I wondered when the helium would leave enough for it to sink. It happened yesterday! Mika, we felt, played around with it for a while, up … down … aside ……

Soto Five Years – Hooray Hooray Hooray Hooray! | #SotoTheCat #Birthday

Our Guardian Cat On-Top-Our-Herd-Hierarchy Soto (born/register name Pinkalicius’ Pralin, Holy Birman) turns five years today! Two photo stories getting Soto in a Nutshell! First – drinking water. Then! What moves? Another cat! Bam! Gone into the dark! Who is in the Kitchen? Next, also from bedtime – literally! When I’ve done my teeth brushing and other go-to-bed preparations, entering bedroom. Soto with a sharp eye on me! Then – when we have found to be still and calm for a while. Enter middle! But leaning on Mother Karin, since Birmans usually lean on loyalty towards one in the first place….