When fear starts lurking around my door, all I want to do is have my loved ones close, keep them in my embrace, keep my pack together. After today's events in Oslo, I want my Ronja here with me, now. She is on holiday with my mum, and it's too far away. A worm of unease keeps moving around in my gut.
I think that when we feel threatened, we feel and act more like animals. Good, isn't it. Nature comes into play when we can smell the margins of our existence.
Says me, safe on my farm, far from the dramatic events.
My love goes out there, now. Be safe!