Løtur / Moments

Eg sá hetta vakra videolagið, og hugsaði um løturnar beint nú. November er farin uttan at eg havi uppdagað tað. Nógv arbeiði, nógv rokan og nógv res. Men góðu løturnar hava eisini verið her. Og beint nú er tað serliga løturnar við Rasmusi sum fylla innaru sjónina.

I saw this beautiful video and thought about moments in my life right now. November has passed without me even notcing it. A lot of work, much fuss and quite an amount of stress. But the good moments have also been here. And right now it is the moments with Rasmus that fill my inner screen.

- Tá hann kemur upp sum tann síðsti og leypur um hálsin á mær og kemur mær ein vátan muss. Hann er einki morgunmenniskja, men altíð so glaður álíkavæl.

- When he gets up as the last person and jumps up to me as soon as he enters the kitchen. He is not a morning person, but always in a good mood and always eager to give a hug and a kiss.

- Tá hann teskar mær í oyra, um vit ikki kunnu syngja rakettsangin, sum slett ikki er ein sangur, men eitt snilt stillaspæl, sum hann hevur lært í barnagarðinum.

- When he wispers in my ear if we can sing the rocket song, which isn't really a song, but a get-quiet-trick they use in his daycare. And he teaches me the song with signs but no words.

- Tá hann situr í fanginum, og eg læri hann ramsu, sum eg júst havi lært. Hann leggur oyra tætt inn at munni mínum, meðan eg sigi: Nina nina nái, omman er úr Vági, abbin er úr Hovi, nina lítla krovi.

- When he sits on my lap, and I teach him some old Faroese rhymes I've just learnt. Rhymes that are the old kinds of be-quiet-tricks. He sits with his ear close to my mouth as I whisper: Nina nina nái, omma er úr Vági, abbin er úr Hovi, nina lítla krovi.

- Tá hann siftir kettuna um økslina, sum var hann jólamaðurin og hon ein sekkur fullur av gávum. Og hon finnur seg í tí, tí hon veit, at hann er góður við seg.

- When he throws the cat on his shoulder as if he is Santa Claus and she is a bag full of christmas presents. And she accepts because she knows he loves her. It is just the way he carries her.

- Tá hann skal hava eina søgu um, tá eg var lítil, meðan hann etur nátturða. Søgur eru líka týdningarmiklar sum mjólkin. Eg fortelji, og hann setir seg sjálvan inn í søguna inn í millum, og við hvørt møta vit eisini "babba, tá hann var lítil".

- When he wants a story about when I was a child along with his dinner. A story is sometimes as effective as milk to get the meal down. I tell a story, and he interrupts to place himself in the setting, and then later he makes sure we meet "dad as a boy".

Hann fyllir fýra skjótt.
Okkara lítla barn.
Stóri drongurin.

He'll be four in a few days.
Our little baby.
The big boy.

vikan skiftir / week ends

vikur skifta frá einari til aðra, og man fær næstan ikki fylt við.
fjarstýringin koyrir av sær sjálvari, ein vika, zapp, næsta vika, zapp.

weeks end so quickly that I'm almost out of breath.
the remote is out of control, one week, zapp, next week, zapp.

men beint í skiftunum liggur dýrabar tíð
morgunfriður, stillar løtur, og avslappað prát.

but the ends themselves are precious
peaceful mornings, quiet moments and relaxed conversations.

Vika skift skjótt

Week end soon

into the light

I have to admit that I'm wary when it comes to American Christian media (be it tv, radio or books), I don't like the mixture of fundamentalist religion and conservative politics that is so prevalent in many contemporary evangelical circles.

But as a Christian I like hearing and talking about Christ-related issues of all kinds. There is much good advice and much biblical insight to be found in various radios and books. So I'm listening.

And today I'm listening to this interesting talk about creativity on a women's radio show - The Midday Connection on Moody Radio.

Very interesting thoughts about the importance of our creativity for our own - and others' - wellbeing. About stepping into the light instead of hiding our creativity - our uniqueness - in the fear of not fitting in with the herd. And about how creative acitivities help us connect with sides ourselves - or issues in our lives - that we would not otherwise be aware of.

weekend

Einki er sum at hava vikuskifti eftir eina fulla, meiningsfulla arbeiðsviku. Havi sitið og hugt at hesum filminum á Canal+Drama. Soo góður, kundi hugsa mær at víst hann fyri einum flokki eg havi, men tey hava longu suffa um, at vit bara viðgera innvandrarar, so tað má nokk bíða, men einaferð ... :)

Á stokkunum eru hálvstórir puntar til eitt megastórt teppi. Eitt seingjateppi til Kára av grønum, bláum og kanska gulum puntum. Stiklavond. So hugaligt og lætt. Gleði meg til maðurin kemur heim í morgin, haldi ikki eg hevði egnað meg sum sjómanskona, hevði í øllum førum ikki tíma tað serliga væl.

Nú fari eg at rudda eitt sindur upp, áðrenn dreingirnir skulu í song. Eitt upptak í køkinum, ein maskina at tøma og fylla og okkurt gólv at vaska. Síðani nakrar søgur at fortelja, Innantanna Anna fyri Kára, Grønavatn fyri Dánjal og ein peikibók fyri Rasmusi. Og so aftur í sofuna til stokkarnar.

Gott vikuskifti!

There is nothing like a weekend after a busy, meaningful week at work. I have been relaxing with this beautiful film on the TV tonight. Soo good. I think I'll use it in school one day. Not right now, because my class just complained that we are only reading about immigrants. But one day :)

And I'm knitting. Half-small squares for a real-big blanket. I want to knit Kári a bedcover. An easy one, but hopefully also a beautiful one. Green, blue and maybe yelllow squares. Watching a film, knitting and looking forward to tomorrow when my husband returns after a week abroad. I have several friends whose husband are away at sea half the time. I don't think I could do that, or at least I wouldn't want to.

A little left to do before I can call this a day. Some dishes in the kitchen, some laundry in the basement, and a floor to clean upstairs. But I don't mind doing it. Working at my own pace with the sound of the boys in the background. And then a few bedstories to tell before I kiss them goodnight and return to the couch and the needles with the green yarn

Have a nice weekend!

Bara orð / just words

Taki ongar myndir og haldi, at so skrivar man ikki blogg.
Hugsi ikki djúpt og avgeri, at so er best einki at siga.

Ein bloggur bara við orðum
og ikki-djúpum tonkum ?

Kanska ein pausa ...

Not taking any photos, thinking then you don't blog.
No deep reflections and saying even less.

A blog with just words
and thoughts without depths ?

Maybe a break ...

Listen / Lurta

Elizabeth Gilbert's lecture about creativity is always worth a relistening. So I'm reposting it :)
Hevur tú hoyrt Elizabeth Gilbert? Hon er so góð, at man burdi lurta eftir henni einaferð um mánaðin :)

Cornerview: contrasts

light and dark
relaxed and busy
happy and sad
beautiful and ugly
funny and boring

In my dreams
I'm only one of each pair
but in reality
I'm am all
and more


Full list of cornerviews: Visit Jane at Spain Daily

Goethe inspiration II

Kundi gott hugsa mær at smakkað kakurnar og lisið bøkurnar.
Mínar kakur eru flatar og bøkurnar í dag hava bleytan bíligan rygg.
Kanska mistu vit okkurt í allari framgongdini.

I woulnd't mind tasting those cakes or reading those books.
My cakes are flat and today's books are cheap paperbacks.
Maybe we lost something on the road called progress.

Goethe inspiration

Eg var í barnaheiminum hjá Goethe, tá vit vóru í Frankfurt. Eg veit ikki, hvat vaktirnar hildu um hesa konuna, sum gekk runt og tók nærmyndir av tapeti. Eg hevði næstan hug at siga, umskylda, men eg vaks upp í einum tapethandli, men tonkti gott er.
Goethe var ein undangongumaður innan litteori, og eg haldi litáhugin sæst aftur í tapetunum í húsinum. Ella kanska varð áhugin fyri litum vaktur av at vaksa upp í einum slíkum umhvørvi. Hetta turkis rúmið við blómum og fuglum á tapetinum er bara eitt av mongum.

I visited Goethe Haus when we were in Frankfurt earlier this month. I wonder what the guards thought about this strange woman taking close shots of the wallpapers. I almost felt like explaining to them that I was raised in a wallpapershop, but thought: never mind.
Goethe invented a colour theory that has inspired later colour theories. And I think his interest of colours is reflected in the wallpaper - or maybe his interest came from growing up in such an environment.
This turquois room with flowers and birds on the wall paper was just one of many.

Vit binda frið / Knitting recovery

Kári bindur, hann bindur frið, og hann bindur eitt langt turriklæði til mammu sína. Eitt rættiliga langt, fingrabundið turriklæði. Stuttligt at síggja, hvussu hann slappar av við vaksandi plagginum millum fingrarnar.

Eg bindi eisini frið, men bindi ikki nakað annað. Tað havi eg ikki styrki til í løtuni. Men eg orki at lurta, og í dag havi eg lurta eftir áhugaverdum bindipráti, sum júst snúði seg um grøðandi styrkina í binding og týdningin av, at børn læra at gleða seg um at binda heldur enn at binda rætt.

Samrøðan er frá CraftSanity og kann hoyrast her.

In Faroese we have the expression "to knit peace" which means to do nothing, to not-be-busy.
A good thing to do when you are recovering from a bad flu.

Kári is both knitting peace and knitting his mom a long scarf. A very long, fingerknitted scarf. So fun to see how he relaxes while crafting with his fingers.

I'm not knitting anything but peace right now. But I do have the strength to listen to interesting podcasts. And today I listen to this conversation about the healing power of knitting and about how to give children the love for knitting by not critizing them.

The podcast was on CraftSanity.