Emotional Roller Coaster

I have been on an emotional roller coaster for weeks.  It is time to get off now.  I am home. The last few weeks have brought me the deepest sorrow that I have ever known, and also the purest love.

My emotions have been slowly moving towards the top, and then suddenly crashing straight down with a speed so fast that you cannot catch your breath.

These emotional roller coaster rides are exhausting, but they are also something bigger.  They ARE life.

I prefer feeling it all, compared to just going through the motions.  But all weeks cannot be taking place on the most intense roller coaster.  It is important to step off sometimes as well, and to come back to yourself.  Then you can eventually step back on to a crazy emotional roller caster again.  Do not be in a rush though.  An emotional roller coaster will always be waiting for you.  It is a quiet rest in between the rides that you need to allow yourself.

I am finally home after weeks away.  I will need a few days to really land and then we will see.  I might jump on an emotional roller coaster again.  But hopefully not any time soon.

Book Event at the Swedish American Museum

To be invited to present my book, “Two souls – one thought”, at the Swedish American Museum in Chicago was a dream come true.  It was a night of honor for me.

I lived in Chicago for twenty years and the museum was a venue that meant a lot to me, and it still does.  I have spent a lot of quality hours at the museum taking part in different events that nourish our Swedish heritage.  Now it was time for my own event, and I felt the butterflies dancing to their own music in my stomach.  I did not want to let anyone down.  I was met at the door with a big hug from the Executive Director, Karin Abercrombie, and I felt the nervous butterflies fly away one by one.  I was welcomed.  As were all the other guests who braved the -20F Chicago night.  Your presence in the room warmed my heart and soul. 

I talked about my book, read two chapters, and then it was time for the audience to ask me questions.  That was when reality hit me.  I was not having a monolog up there - it was a dialog together with a group of very engaged people.  I had written a book, and these people had thoughts and feelings that they shared openly.  The room became an open field of flowing energy.  I put some energy out and got ten folds back.  The Q & A moment will carry me further into my writing thanks to all of you that were there. 

Later it was time for book signing, and some one on one talk.

A big and warm thank you to the Swedish American Museum and their Executive Director, Karin Abercrombie, for having me.  You made me feel more than welcome and I cannot wait until the next time!

A heartfelt thank you to Annika Valdiserri for everything you did to make this evening happen, and seeing to that everything ran smoothly – including helping organizing me …

And last but not least, a warm thank you to all of you who came to my book event.  Your support and enthusiasm is still glowing in my heart.  It keeps the fire inside me alive to keep doing what I am doing.  Leaving the Swedish American Museum that evening you all helped me confirm that this is my path.  This is what I want to do.  I want to write, and I want to share my writing with people.  To move and to connect with other people is what my writing is for.  So that is what I shall do …

Thank You All for helping to manifest my Dream!

First book signing event

My first book signing event was made possible by "my" incredible support team: Annika Gedda, Agneta Isaksson, Peter Isaksson & Josefine Isaksson!! I owe you ... A big warm thank you to Family & Friends who came and made the evening one of my most special nights! Your support, warmth and love is something that I will treasure for ever ♥♥

Back home

Feb 19:I stepped out of the cab, and was unsure if I could walk on the cobble stones on the streets in Old Town. What if the weight of You not being there would make me trip and fall down?  This part of Stockholm I was about to enter is My Mormor. That part of town had my heart in a tight grip. I felt the arm of my friend around my shoulder, and my steps fell into an easy pace. My feet walked where they belonged.  On Your streets. Of course I should eat my first dinner out during this trip in Old Town. No other area would do. All my uncertainty vanished into the familiar. My roots were stubbornly still there. I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

Home

Feb. 12: Waking up in my child-hood room brought comfort.  A whole day together with my parents.  A whole day with lots of hugs, tears, and also laughter.  A house full of love.