Scared of owls
When I grew up we had a weekend house an hour’s drive from town. It was located at the end of a gravel road behind a spruce tree hedge. We […]
Tag Archives: haiku
Trust
Sometimes kindness is nothing more than seeing or be seen. I smile, you see we say hello. This summer we were just about to board a ferry when I saw […]
Color of sea
Some claim the sea is blue, but other say it’s green. I often see the sea as grey, when clouds obscure horizon and every sound crawls closer. On such days […]
I metaphor much more
My words are mountains, surfs and breakers. There are days they hesitate and snake like silver rivulets in spring, at other times they foam, cascading with the force of summer […]
Plan to change – Komorebi
I woke up to the sound of raindrops playing on the windowpanes. September comes with either rain or frost, and every morning means you have to think about the way […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 