The wilderness of Sweden's forest lakes and trees of oak, pine, fir and birch and alder, mossy boulders and rocks, meadows of fern, perikon and yarrow might not DO anything to us - but they are PRESENT with us.

What have we come here for?

Just to escape?

What if we came here because we wanted to be here?

Among our dreams, ancestral memories, and forgotten parts she waits.
Waiting patiently at the threshold of the heart.

Inviting us to love what has always been there.

Finding home in the noise of everyday life

Wie wir uns im Lärm des Alltags wieder finden

Dísablót - The honoring of the ancient mothers.

In the bright stillness of Imbolc, when winter has not yet loosened its grip, an ancient rhythm stirs beneath the frozen earth. This mythic reflection weaves Nordic ancestral wisdom, fairy-tale symbolism, and inner seasonal cycles into a story of rest, patience, and the quiet power of what grows unseen.

These days, many people speak about Imbolc — the midwinter festival around February 1st, associated with Brigid.

This Blog will bring you back in time - into the presence of the goddess

About the foundation of Ceremony, the roots of Rituals and seeing Religion simply as a set of rules.

Cacao is one of my lovers.
Not as a substance, but as a being — a plant spirit that teaches connection, embodiment, and transformation.

Growing in relationship rather than dominance, flowering from its heart, and transforming bitterness into sweetness, cacao does not lift us out of life.
She brings us deeper into it.

This article explores cacao as medicine, mythic teacher, and ceremonial ally — and asks a simple question:

What do you feel when you meet her?

We don’t need to abandon Christmas, nor replace it with something else. Traditions always change — and often most beautifully when we allow them to be enriched by remembering what this season has always asked of human beings.

Christmas, at its heart, speaks of light entering darkness, of vulnerability, of life choosing to arrive quietly rather than triumphantly. When we hold this alongside older winter wisdom, the feast becomes deeper rather than diluted.