Nearly gone

 

So few of us left

A few months ago, in the state between sleep and awake, I saw a face of a being telling me "There are so few of us left!" When I woke up fully I tried to remember what this gentle animal looked like. I had only seen a head sticking out of something. It did not say those words in self-pity more as a desperate statement. 

I drew a picture of what I remembered. 

After that I have googled and listened and checked who would fit the image I saw.

Vaquita

What I discovered made me sad. If it was a Vaquita then there are only 10 left of them in the wild.  Read about them here: https://www.worldwildlife.org/species/dolphin-and-porpoise/vaquita/

Irrawaddy Dolphins

Shortly after I heard about the Irrawaddy Dolphins. They are also very endangered with only 98 left in the wild. Read more here: https://www.worldwildlife.org/species/dolphin-and-porpoise/irrawaddy-dolphin/

Now when looking at them and some other gorgeous beings that are almost gone from this planet, I believe it was them all in a joint effort that came to me to help me see. I hope you can too. I also hope we all together can help them find new life and that 2026 will be better for us all - us all together. 

A Very Happy New Year to All! 

Agnetha 🥀

A time for engaging

Christmas cactus

These flowers touch and affect me. They make me happy, They surprise me every time. They make me humble. They hold an old wisdom. Light and love. Light and joy. Light and happiness. And they show it to us in the midst of winter, in the darkest days of winter. It is as if they are saying: "Don't give up! You can do this! You will make it to the lighter, warmer days again. Hang in there! We will be there with you! Always!" So thank you cactus for this joy and for this warmth and kindness! 

They sing too:

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Can you hear them? 

They wish you all the happiness you can imagine. 

They also want to say: 

Merry Christmas!

Thank you lovely Christmas cactus!

Agnetha 🥀

Late autumn child

 

New life in November

It has been an autumn of sunshine and warmth. It scares us and worries us. At the same time it is gorgeous with sunshine and more warm air. So a bit of both. Joy and fear. Peace and worry. 

I walk up and down my small garden and I hear a song. I look around to find where it is coming from. I see the red rose disregarding the fact it is too late for it to bloom. It is showing itself in all its glory anyway. Perfect in its beauty. Enjoying the early November's sunshine and warm weather. 

Not knowing

The thing is - this rose does not know it is not suppose to bloom this time of year. It does not care either. It feels right so it is doing its thing and making our lives fuller and more precious as it does. Something for us to be grateful of in the middle of our mix of angst and delight. 

And it is singing

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Then life goes on

After that it just carries on being a red rose. Growing, 

blooming and living its life. 

Thank you rose! 

Agnetha 🥀

Another great meeting

 

You

I'm sitting outside in my garden. It is a lovely day and it is quiet all around me. Nelly, my cat, and I are just enjoying sitting under a tree or rather a bush that is looking more and more like a tree. Bumblebees are moving around, birds are flying and chirping and the wind blows and rattles the leaves. 

Then a small bird lands in the tree/bush just above me. It looks at me, but does not move. 

Me: "Why are you not scared?"                                                                                                                    The bird: "Because it's you!"

I feel so honoured and humble by this wonderful being putting its trust in me.  Baffled too. I am lost for words. It is also so good to be reminded that they can see us for who we are. Thank you so much! 💖

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Agnetha 🥀

Before I wither away

 

Saying goodbye 

When the time is right, they bid us farewell. Me being Scandinavian this also brings a kind of melancholy. I understand the bittersweet feeling of something so gorgeous disappearing. It used to be long, long winters before they appeared again. The darkness, the cold and the hardness of long winters still haunts me. After moving to Scotland in 1997 I discovered a totally different winter. Still after all this time I am amazed and pleasantly surprised at the start of every new year, when things start to grow at the end of January and some plants bloom in February. Those used to be the hardest months to get through when I lived in Sweden. 

Lavatera

 

When I look at this beautiful flower and I see how it is withering, preparing to leave, I sense that bittersweet feeling again. Then I hear her, her words and her humming:

Swedish/ På svenska:

"Hej!

Innan jag vissnar - minns kärleken, minns mig och glädjen du känner, när du ser mig. Jag kommer tillbaka och är lika glad att se dig också. Vi hör ihop!" 

Jag: "Tack! Du är så fin! Vad vacker du är! Jag känner dig!"

Malvan: "Samma här! På återseende!"

English:

"Hi!

Before I wither away - remember the love, remember me and the joy you feel, when you see me. I will be back and I am just as happy to see you too. We belong together!"

Me: "Thank you! You are so beautiful! How gorgeous you are! I know you!"

Lavatera: "Same! We'll meet again!"

Her sound

It takes a short moment before I can hear her. She is quiet and humming. I hear the birds singing though. Thankful for their contributions too. See if you can hear them?

Agnetha Blomberg McCormack · Copy of Wither away 011225.m4a

Then she speaks again

A few weeks later I go outside, where she lives. The flowers are long gone now. But she is there. I hear

her. She says:

"Here me sing.

I'm still here. 

Carry me with you.

I love you!

Always!"

"Hör min sång. 

Jag är fortfarande här. 

Bär mig med dig.

Jag älskar dig!

Alltid!"

💖💖💖

Agnetha 🥀

In all her glory!

Dragonfly

Putting the TV on randomly and it is a program about nature and wilderness in Sweden - showing lynx, brown bears, beavers, moose and wolves. The forest is exactly how I remember it. Then there she is - the dragonfly! Just for a second, but she stays with me, so I have to find her again. Two days later I manage to locate her - she did sing to me last night, just before I went to sleep, but I could not record her. Now I listen, she doesn't sound the same but she is there - in all her glory. What a wonderful being! 

How she looks - to me:

How she sounds: 

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What she says:

"I'm me

Minding my own business

In glory

In glorious ways

Then I'm gone

See you later!"

More sounds:

Thank you dragonfly. I'm taking on what you bring and looking forward to seeing you again!

Agnetha 🥀

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To be grateful

Being grateful

Today's my grans birthday. She would have been 105. I think of her a lot. She gave me a lot, her and my grandad. They had nine (!!!) kids. Most of their lives lived a long way away from shops and the main village. They only had a few houses nearby. Still my gran said it was easier for her than for me. She had to wash their clothes in a small burn - winter and summer. Winters can get to -30ish in that part of Sweden. They all lived in a houses that had 1 room and a kitchen. Toilet outside - come snow and ice and freezing days. I was fortunate to live with them for 2 1/2 years. I was fortunate to get to know them properly, 💞

Bluest of blue

When I say this flower I think of her, my gran. This flower is exquisite. Beautiful in a blue colour that I have not seen anywhere else. It always blooms in late autumn. This year later than normal, due to the very warm weather. Gorgeous! Worth waiting for! I praise the arrival and certainly feel privileged to meet it every year. The beauty astounds me. Welcome! 

Swedish: "Liten. Blå. Vacker. Jag är här och det räcker. Varje år. Hej igen!"

English: "Wee. Blue. Beautiful. Here I am and that's enough. Every year. Hi again!"

Can't seem to find that wonderful blue - this is as close as I've got for now!

Here is what is sounds like though:

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Agnetha 🥀

Precious meeting

 

Another precious meeting

When outside I notice someone near the bushes, on the side of the path, looking at me. I stop and meet the eyes. We look at each other for a short while. The eyes are full of curiosity and recognition. The fox has such a clear message to me:

"I know you!" 

Then we part. The look stays with me though. Reminds me of something else, someone else too. I will tell you about them another time. 

By the way, someone recently called foxes vermin. I do not agree. I think they are beautiful animals. Look at the colours! And the tail! And that fluffy coat! As I see it, they only do what they are meant to do - they were born this way. 

                                Photo credit: Tory Kallman

By the way, I should keep my mobile on me all the time outside. I am surrounded by foxes here and perhaps I could catch one on camera! I will let you know if I do. 😊 

Here is what they are saying to me:

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Agnetha 🥀

Party girl (Sidalcea)

 

Stunning beauty

I go outside and this gorgeous flower catches my eye, but also I can sense she has something to say. I listen deeper. I hear a song, a tune. Here it is:

Agnetha Blomberg McCormack · Sidalcea Party girl

Then she says this, in Swedish, but then you can read it in English: 

"Jag är med dig. Jag finns hos dig. Du är aldrig, aldrig ensam och inte jag heller. Vi finns tillsammans. Vi bor här tillsammans. Vi andas här tillsammans. Vi har liv och visdom här tillsammans. Lyssna!" 

English: 

"I'm with you. I exist with you. You are never, never  alone and me neither. We are here together. We live here together. We breathe here together. We have life and wisdom here together. Listen!"

What is she saying to you? Can you 

hear her? Please tell me what you can 

sense.

                                           Agnetha 🥀

I met a Robin today

                                                                           

Robin

                                            

I met a Robin today

It wasn't until I turned around 

and saw the branch he had 

sat on moving, that I realised I had 

startled him. I wonder what he

had said if I had seen him first

I met a Robin today

I saw a bird jumping into the hedge

next to the bush/tree he had sat on

I saw him a few times and told him

I was sorry to have frightened him

cause I never meant to

I met a Robin today

I told him, my heart told him, 

how happy I was to see him

I came closer, just to see if

I could catch a glimpse of him

or if he had already flown

I met a Robin today

He was waiting, listening

and when he felt my heart

he flew out of the hedge

Not too close, but not away

He stopped, sat and turned to me

I met a Robin today

He wanted me to see him

He wanted me to know

that he could see me

and feel my heart. He said: 

Thank you! And took off 

 

Agnetha 🥀

 

What a cat tells you

A cat like Nelly!

If you have had the privilege to know a cat, then you know. They are who they are. They take you for who you are, well who you are as long as you remember to see them too. When they want to. Not any other time. They also never apologise for being who they are. 

Having grown up with at cat as my closest friend, they make sense to me. More than people at times. They know how to love themselves, in a good way. We could learn so much from them. You also know that if a cat accepts you and loves you, then you should feel honoured. 

Living with a cat, you will soon discover that they have managed to get everybody to hear and see them, help them to get what they are wanting and when they want it. A truly remarkable skill. I admit I have been short with him at times, perhaps when 3 am he is wanting something and I just want my sleep. Or when he decides to take a bite and it happens to be my arm or finger. Love him dearly though, and he knows it. 

Me: "I'm sorry for times I've not been so good to you!"

Nelly: "Okay. I've done things to you too."

Me: "True. Why is that?"

Nelly: "Because you will love me anyway."

Me: "True."

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Again: Thank you, Nelly! 🙏😻

Agnetha 🥀

Peace, play and joy! Hibiscus talking.

 

Happiness

When hanging my washing, I become aware of something white to my left. I look over and the sight of Nelly eating grass makes me warm and happy all over, into my bones and definitely into the core of my heart. He's so happy munching away.  Happiness finds me right there. 

Hibiscus

A few days earlier I look at my hibiscus blooming. Then I heard this beautiful flower say, in Swedish first:

"Frid, lek och glädje!

Jag är en gammal själ - som möter dig igen. Jag är så glad att se det du gör. Låt oss höras! Låt oss synas! Vi är liv. Hör oss sjunga. Vi är full av frid, lek och glädje. Det ger vi till er alla - för att vi vill det. Av kärlek. Till kärlek. Sprider ljuset vidare.

Låt oss hylla oss alla tillsammans. Vi lever här och nu. Det betyder något. Låt det betyda något!"

Then the hibiscus and I translate it to English:

"Peace, play and joy!

I am an old soul - meeting you again. I'm so happy to see what you are doing. Let us be seen! Let us be heard! Vi are life. Hear how we sing. We are full of peace, play and joy. We are giving that to you all - because we want to. Out of love. For love. Spreading the light.

Let us cherish us all together. We are living here and now. That means something. Let it mean something!"

    

Thank you Nelly! Thank you hibiscus! 🙏💓

Agnetha 🥀 

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Listening when nature speaks. Meet pangolin

 Listening when nature speaks 

Does nature talk? If so, is it possible to hear? After spending so much time with different living and growing beings in nature I believe it is. If you have a pet, you will know what I mean. They tell us all sorts of things, even though they cannot speak our language. They are very clever though and make sure we know what they mean. What if we can use the same technique or perhaps even go deeper with our way of communicating, to hear the wild? The plants, trees and flowers. The birds, the butterflies, the bees and all other animals around us. Well, I suppose not all of them would want to speak to us. They might be busy just living their lives. Some of them do though. They want to be seen and heard. Please let me know what you think or what is true to you. This is my interpretation, this first one was after a challenge I accepted, a couple of years ago:

 

 Pangolin

Listen to Pangolin.m4a by Agnetha Blomberg McCormack on #SoundCloud

https://on.soundcloud.com/YLIValfSmGJ87ukNja

            

Thank you Nelly and thank you pangolin. 🙏❤️

                         Agnetha 🥀

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