On the mountain we shall be

Firstly, sorry for the long silence. There is a reason: I asked in the latest post “What if what’s being thrown at me now, is really me?” As you may notice, the title of the blog has slightly changed. Initially this was meant to be about life in Ljubljana, Slovenia, but as it turns out,…

Living the slow moments

It’s been a week on the mountains. Time to write about slow. Since that’s what this is. Slow. Quiet. Still. We put fire on the fireplace and the kitchen stove. We feed the animals, cook for ourselves, bring more wood in. We play with the baby, carry her around, read books with her, put her…