Kettlebells and swords
Today when going to the gym and waiting for the class to begin I overheard a discussion about the preparations for an upcoming wedding. The bride-to-be talked about all the […]
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Modern pilgrimage
A modern pilgrim does not need a sacred reason for his or her journey. There are no bones of saints involved, but yet I believe a long hiker today shares […]
After midsummer
After midsummer eve’s celebration I am still a bit nauseous, but it is not like the pounding hangovers of my youth. The longest day used to be the shortest night, […]
Lilac and blackbirds
I listen to the blackbirds and stroll in the perfume of lilac blooming remembering the late nights walking home from student parties, I remember endless dusks merging into dawns and […]
Breaking the silence
A windless morning, clear and crisp, our tent is still in the grasp of silence. Nothing is moving until I turn in my sleeping bag, and as it slips against […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 