cornerview: in the sky

yes the sky is really blue
behind the rain and the clouds and the snow
the sky is really blue
after a long, harsh winter and a non-existing spring
the sky is blue
and I shout to the heavens, I forgive you, I've already forgiven you
the sky is
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A plane and a bird in the sky above a grassy roof on the island of Koltur , a unique corner of the world for a special cornerview group, picture taken today

trying to slow down

And then daily life hits us, said the speaker at the parents' conference last night. He was speaking about how to keep relationships alive after kids arrive.


Daily life is all about functionality and so we have to make time for festivals. Special days and moments to get in touch with our love and our soul, he said.


But why do we have to connect the word "daily life" with functions and duties. Why are we unable to see the festival glimpses in daily life.


Why do we fill our lives to the brim with duties and responsibilities. And fool ourselves to think that life is more important when it is busy.


And I remembered that that was why I had started the Gerandisgleðir blog. To remind myself, to remember, to see and to notice  - the small things that make daily life so much more than functions, duties and busyness.

Pictures taken when walking to kindergarten with our 6yo this morning.

the tenugi and closing the blog

I ended this blog in december and closed it last week. It felt a bit vulnerable to have a blog lying open when I'm never here myself. But yesterday Nadine asked about my Tenugi input. And I realised I need to have my blog open a while longer. I really enjoyed participating in the swap, and the Pinochio cards from Dana have become a personal treasure. I can see that the tenugi is moving very slowly around the world, so I guess I will have to keep this shop open for a quite a while ;)

P.S. I miss the connections and conversations this blog gave me.

24: merry end

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A scene early in December with a Faroese poem by Regin Dahl:
Kona
Gongur inn og gongur út,
ruddar, hampar, ansar;
følnar andlit, gránar hár -
ganga dagar - ganga ár -
stundini ei sansar.
Livdi bert eitt sólskinsvár:
sóljufagrir kransar.
Kvinnuleið er sorgarsár,
tungir, vondir vansar.
Eygu turr, ei fellast tár,
um tú stokkut bara dansar.
Gongur inn - og gongur út
ganga dagar - ganga ár.

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We count down
and reach the end

og hetta er endin á hesum bloggi
takk at tú las og takk at tú svaraði

You have now reached the end of this blog
I enjoyed it while it lasted
and hope you did too
now it is time
to move on

tíð at seta seinasta punktum
og byrja av nýggjum við onkrum øðrum

Four years is a good cycle
I started in January
and end in December

ein rytma, ein dansur
og so er sangurin liðugur

So it is time to say thank you for your words and connections
you touched my life, you inspired me, and you gave me hope
I take that with me as I close this door and look for another
my mail adress is still dorithansen4 at gmail dot com
you are always welcome to write, and I will continue to visit
my favourite blogs

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gleðilig jól og eitt vælsignað lív
merry christmas and a blessed life

23: after dark

two music videos by Faroese artists
ORKA, Aldan reyð, director: Heiðrik á Heygum
Budam, Last Song, director: Katrin Ottarsdóttir

I never saw the sun yesterday
or the day before
and that's
ok

tvey videoløg
sum passa til
myrkrið

"There is a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in.” This quote by Leonard Cohen is the inspiration behind this article in Ode Magazine.

Stedsans på P1 besøger forresten Jens L. Thomsen fra ORKA i denne uge.

22: kristus

Dreingirnir spæla borðtennis og borðbólt, meðan Esbern dekkar við vatn og piparnøtum. Vit gera klárt til sunnudagsskúlan, har vit hjálpa til í elsta flokki. Skilti tú nakað av tí, sum varð lært í dag, spyrji eg næstelsta sonin á veg heim aftur. Nei, svarar hann erliga og kúllaligt. Tað er tað góða og stuttliga við at vera við í undirvísingini hjá egnum børnum. Spurdur um hann als einki lærdi, fortelur hann mær um tollaran og fariesearan og um religiøsu bólkarnar, tá Jesus livdi. Okkurt hevur hann lært.

Konfrontatiónin millum Jesus og farisearnar er áhugaverdur lestur. Í 23. kapitli í Matteusar evangeliið hevur Jesus eina longri dundurtalu ímóti religiøsu leiðarunum. "Tit steingja ríki Himmiríkis fyri menniskjum; sjálvir fara tit ikki inn í tað, og teimum, sum vilja fara inn, geva tit ikki loyvi at fara," "Tit ferðast um á sjógvi og landi at vinna bert ein trúskifting; og táið hann er vorðin tað, gera tit hann til helvitisbarn, tvær ferðir so ringt sum tit eru sjálvir, "Blindu vegleiðarar tykkara, sum síla mýggjabitan frá, men svølgja kamelin."

Guð er ikki livandi, teskar seks ára gamli mær, meðan vit syngja villar sunnudagsskúlasangir. Hví sigur tú tað, teski eg aftur. Tí tað siga Pól, Per og Hanus í barnagarðinum (nøvn broytt av red. ;)). Hvat siga teir, spyrji eg. Teir siga, at Jesus varð føddur á jólum, men er ikki til meir. Er Guð eitt fólk, spyr hann og hyggur meg inn í eyguni. Er Guð eitt fólk, hugsi eg, tað hevði verið lættari, um hann brúkti orðið persónur ella menniskja, so hevði eg duga betur at svara. Guð er Guð, og hann er, sjálvt um hann ikki er til sum eitt menniskja, svari eg og royni at syngja við. Hví er handan konan so fín, spyr hann fyri líkasum at fáa okkum bæði niður á jørðina aftur.

Pictures from sunday school last sunday and (Faroese) thoughts on Christ and his confrontation with the Pharisees.
I think I'll re-read the book Christ of the Everyday by Jeff Astley this Christmas. It is a small, easily read book where we (to quote the backcover)encounter a Jesus who is refreshingly real and direct, and whose gospel is as deeply troubling as it is also comforting. And maybe I should order his book on Christology too.

21: snowflaked stars

Several years ago I received six beautiful crocheted cotton stars from a good friend. Or maybe they are snowflakes, what is the difference? This year I have made some woolen copies to give to friends. I wish I knew how to write the pattern down, I tried, but I can't. If I could sit next to you, I would explain while crocheting. :)

I've also made some edible stars. These are definetely stars, not snowflakes, but they taste like snowflakes would taste if they were made of sugar with a pinch of cinnamon. I would write the recipe here if I wasn't so concerned about copyright, but the recipe is in the newest Boligliv, so maybe you can buy it or find it in your local library. Or you can call me or mail me :)

Adding this to this week's cornerview, where the theme is seasonal. This is the season of snow, stars, wool and lots of sugar. Go visit Francesca and the others.

20: einglavakt / among us

I saw the Swedish film Änglavakt (International title: Among Us) yesterday. Beautiful poetic film about life, love and pain. And about guardian angels.



It made me think back on Wim Wender's In weiter Ferne, so nah, which I saw when studying in Lancaster in 1994. I'm not sure I would like the German film if I watched it again, but U2's soundtrack is still good.



Sending a son off to a christmas party with almost 200 15 year olds, I'm thankful for the angels among us, both those that we don't see and the parents that take a night off to be guardian bouncers.



But most of all I'm glad for the smile of excitement that I see in his eyes and the joy of meeting new people that I sense in his tapping feet as his father knots his tie. As he leaves out the door, I think about all the people that have crossed my path, the people I met in Lancaster, the people I've met since I moved to this town almost five years ago. And I wonder about the people that he will meet in his life. And the angels that are in the meetings with us.

19: hetjur

Hanus Kamban og Dorethe Bloch. Hesi fólkini sum gera landið og lívið ríkari fyri okkum onnur. Tey burdu verið útnevnd føroyskir heiðursborgarar.

Samrøðurnar hjá Jógvani Arge við Hanus Kamban eru gull verdar. Havi glett meg til sunnudagarnar seinastu vikurnar. Nú er seinasta sendingin hoyrd, og eg havi tað eitt sindur, sum tá danska krimiserian Borgin var liðug. Eg vil hava meira, men samstundis glað fyri tað eg fekk.

Danska útvarpssendingin "Stedsans" ferðast kring landið og nú eru tey komin til norðurdanmark. Í farnu viku vitjaðu tey Dorethe Bloch í Velbastað, hugnaligt prát um føroysku náttúruna, har eg bara má boyggja meg í støvið og staðfesta, at samanborið við Dorethe eri eg fremmand í hesum landinum. Hevði viljað livað so nær - og so tilvitað - náttúruni sum hon.

Dorethe Bloch på Stedsans

Hanus Kamban 1
Hanus Kamban 2
Hanus Kamban 3
Hanus Kamban 4
Hanus Kamban 5
Hanus Kamban 6

Eg eri so gammeldags, at mær dámar best bøkur av pappíri, men hevur tú hug at lúra eitt sindur í verk hjá teimum báðum, so er bókin Villini súgdjór hjá Dorethe Bloch tøk her, og stuttsøgan Undir tínum veingjabreiði hjá Hanusi Kamban er á síðu 94 í Les tekstasavninum her.

18: of a white christmas

so var aftur alt fjalt av hvítum kava
alt uttan kettusporini uttanfyri
sum avdúka at kettlingurin
ikki var einsamallur

vónandi dugi eg betur at ansa eftir, tá børnini
byrja at snýkja seg út um náttina ... I'm dreaming

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waking up to new snow
hiding everything but the
footprints of cats outside the door
revealing that the kitten wasn't alone last night

hopefully I'll be more careful when my kids
start sneaking out at night ... I'm dreaming