During winter the snowfall is a spectacle. Bathing the entire sky, white washing the mountains into a blindfold. The transition from a popping Spring into a colourful and magical harvest Fall, is what gives way to the onset of this fearsome dark Winter. The nature of this land surely encourages me into deeper meditation, infusing my inner fire. The search for spiritual elements, rendering my British-Asian accent into Norwegian society reflecting this small personality desiring self reflection, I make the most of the gift of learning about this icy fjord and the sleepy town. In my letters I share some insights about some of these jewels. If you wish to stay in touch, do sign up for beautifully illustrated letters filled with prose, philosophy, astrology and fables.
And then, my friend, I hope to find you too on the garden side!