Some days are bad days. I am trying to design an earring, I would like it to be easy to crochet, sparkling and dangling. No, I can’t solve this today.
It’s so difficult to be patient. To wait. I often want things to happen Now.
It’s an urban disease. When you live in a city, like I do, one can often fix everything Now. When I was a child I lived outside a small village called Morjärv in the very north of Sweden. There I had to wait. And be happy with what I had. I still love trees.
In Morjärv I realised that I was very small in the universe. I often forget that now, I too believe that I can rule the world.
Torhild 
Your connection to Morjärv might be rewritten in Morajärvarn, a magazine about Morjärv, those who survived, lived, had / are linked to, etc.
We will publish a number of articles / columns under “my Morjärv” where memories, stories, what Morjärv meant / means etc. If you read this, please feel free to get in touch with me on sten-ove@tacticab.se Sincerely Sten- Ove