hi, I am Idun and this is my garden.
the grass is green and lush, the pond quivers pensively in the light breeze as my bare feet step on the sandy path towards the tree of golden apples.
apples of eternal youth and well being that is.
the more prosaic truth is that I am actually a mortal woman, divine all the same. Idun is my name here, but you won't find it in my passport. and I don't think that putting an abundance of my personal info on this blog is the most crucial thing. what is crucial then?
I am concerned with what is real and true, even if it only is real inside my head.
I write about a lot of things, mostly to keep track of the curious stuff I see, hear, think, feel and experience at various times.
I want to travel the world, learn at least 3 more languages and someday dye my hair red. and these are some of my more modest dreams.
I sometimes think faster and clearer than I manage to type - hence the occasional keyboard slip.
and I do not have a specific project with this garden, I let it grow, I explore it and weed it tenderly, but mostly just relish the feel of grass under my feet.
I sometimes think faster and clearer than I manage to type - hence the occasional keyboard slip.
and I do not have a specific project with this garden, I let it grow, I explore it and weed it tenderly, but mostly just relish the feel of grass under my feet.
so for now I will go and sit down under my apple tree. and enjoy a ripe golden apple. mmm, crunchy...
