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?

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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 🥀