HeyJaredWrestleWithTheSun
A Swede - who left his job and went on a 7 year pilgrimage - shares his calm voice, playful wisdom, and his music. Come along and let's remind each other of what is really important 👋
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Counting Cries (opens the original)
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I recorded some background music for you to listen to while you read. Some notes that struck a chord.I am on a plane back from Italy.My brother got married at their off-grid homestead project in the mountains of Umbria. It was spectacular, bursting with love-drenched moments, enough to cover an entire year. So much gratitude ❤️Right now though, squeezed in an airplane seat, I feel pretty empty. I wonder: Is there inspiration here to write anything? Maybe I am just bored.. Here with you, trying t
About failing for a decade. And God. (opens the original)
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I recorded some background tones for you to listen to while you read. Some notes that struck a chord ❤️Hey.This sharing will be a bit different. I thought I simply share something of what is actually going on for me. A something of my life. Something I am contemplating. Something from my most naked voice.As usual, I am not sure where to begin, or where we will end up. But.. I do have a lot of material to draw from.I never really introduced myself. Let’s start there. Hey 👋 My name is Alexander. I
Catching Butterflies (opens the original)
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Hey, look I met a butterfly. If you stick around until the end it inspires me to share a short thoughtful story from my childhood. ❤️ASubscribePS. Three years ago, a similar butterfly landed on my hand. It also made it into a piece which was published here: The Ugly Duckling.
Lost in the mist (opens the original)
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Sometimes I have wanted to write something, but felt dumb from brain fog and fatigued to the point where even trying to make sense hurts.. I think I invented a genre for just that: Brain Fog Noir. Rereading this piece makes me laugh every time. “Yes. It is all so clear now.” 😂 Poor fella.. It is also a moving piece about struggling with brain health. If you ever write a brain fog noir, please let me know ❤️Lost in the mistI was wallowing as a group of fish came schooling through the tapestries.
Falling Upwards (opens the original)
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“I finally found what I was actually looking for!”, he exclaimed before we’d had time to exchange more appropriate greetings.“Well, not the actual thing”, he continued, “but I know now what it is! I know what it is that I want!”His eyes were beaming with joy and excitement. That most fragile kind. The kind that always was brought down as soon as it encountered the unmoving granite of reason. Of course we all knew, at least the ones who long ago decided to not be swayed by childish excitement, th
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