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midsummer rituals

hello, i’m Liz

A 47 year old from North Carolina living in Norrköping, Sweden. Mystic. Theologian. Teacher. Writer + Photographer. Living a slow, soulful life in rhythm with nature. Loves french fries, meditation, road trips, craft beer + coffee, moon + stars, tapas + wine, the forest + the ocean. Homebody + wanderer. // Sharing it all with her wife, Lina, and Zola the cat.

current season: wise one

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❍ mystic. theologian. teacher.
↟ living a slow, soulful life in rhythm with nature.
☽ sweden based ↟ north carolina native

The year’s first semla! A plain wheat bun filled

The year’s first semla! A plain wheat bun filled with sweet almond paste + thick (real) whipped cream. Soooo yummy.

A delicious Scandinavian pastry eaten during this late winter season, it’s history is connected to the season of Lent, which is always the 6 weeks before Easter. Traditionally, it appeared after the 12th day of Christmas (Epiphany) + was enjoyed up to Fat Tuesday, the day before the contemplative, fasting season of Lent began.

Today, they are sold everywhere - even before Christmas. But, I’m keeping with tradition + enjoying them between Epiphany + Lent.

I’m thinking that this year I may need to try one at a few different bakeries/cafés in Norrköping, right? A little semla project! The search for Norrköping’s best semla!

✌🏼🤤

#semla #winterstories #slowlivingmovement #foodhistory #nordicfood #moodyfood #moodytones #winterrituals #contemplative #seasonaleating #seasonalliving

After 2 long years, Lina and I finally made our wa

After 2 long years, Lina and I finally made our way back to the States to visit my family + it was everything I ever wanted for Christmas.

So, if you’re interested in a little peek into my memories from the last few days of 2021, visit the link in my bio or Stories.

Photos + stories of My American Christmas part 1 - on the blog!

👆🏼👆🏼

This pic is from the first 5 minutes we were all reunited. And, of course I’m toasting the moment with a local beer. ❤️

#holidayblog #travelinghome #christmasblog #everydayismagic #winterstories #slowandsimple

Moments from a long, slow, cold walk through the c

Moments from a long, slow, cold walk through the city with my love to clear the mind + inspire the soul.

A lesson in finding beauty in it all.

A chance to think about this time last year - when we found out something was wrong with our little 14 week old baby that Lina was carrying. And how we had no idea the hell that lay before us in the coming weeks.

So much happens in a year. So much changes. And, yet, it all flutters by so quickly.

I suppose learning to hold grief + loss + disappointment + love + hope all at the same time is what it’s all about. Learning to live with it all. Finding ways to grieve and love in whatever way and however long you need. But, even that changes as time moves on.

And, while these changes that occur over time unfold, I am finding new parts of myself, new ways to live, and a new appreciation + acceptance of the rhythm of it all.

Life is not linear with ups + downs. Years cannot be classified as good years + bad years.

Life is a spiral. And seasonal. Cyclical, evolutionary, flowing naturally, unfolding gracefully, moving slowing and seamlessly from one season to the next, from feeling one emotion to the next, almost like melting into one other. Or, better yet, like breathing. It’s knowing, unknowing, and relearning. It’s moments of living, dying, and being reborn. It’s the new life of spring, the carefree wildness of summer, the moody melancholy of autumn, and the deep wisdom of winter.

Life is a gentle, tender, slow process of being, releasing, and becoming - again and again.

And that is why I still hold onto hope. 🕯

#mittnorrköping #meranorrk #seasonalliving #winterstories #januarymood #winterwisdom #slowlivingrevolution

The first blog post of 2022 is up! And I’m shari

The first blog post of 2022 is up! And I’m sharing all the vibes that I’m bringing to this year.

I’ll be dropping even deeper into living my life slowly and in rhythm with the seasons.

In fact, a whole list of words that embody living a slow, rhythmic life has risen from my soul over the holidays. And I’ve also mapped out ways to concretely live out those words in my everyday. Rituals, practices, magic, routines, simplicity.

Anyway… instead of choosing a word of the year, I’m going for a vibe of the year.

Linky link to my post and more about my vibe for 2022 in my bio + in Stories. 👆🏼

🌀

Blog link in bio + in stories.

Blessed Cold Full Moon, loves. 🌕 It’s a nigh

Blessed Cold Full Moon, loves. 🌕

It’s a night for remembering that it’s still winter. That rest + restoration is still the energy I’m called to be embody right now.

But, I’m also slowly shifting into creating a a vibe for 2022. Turns out, embracing and dropping into the medicine of winter is exactly what is needed to help me begin to feel a vision rise from my soul.

I’m calling in all of the creative, inspiring, contemplative, simple, grounded energy I can as I dare to step into the hope of this new year.

But, there’s no hurry. I’m quietly, intentionally, soulfully creating a mood + a few plans for how I want to live and evolve this year.

And tonight’s full moon is illuminating a desire for a deep sense of healing, nourishment, and wholeness as this year just barely begins to unfold.

She’s still young. 2022. And there’s so much unfolding ahead.

So, really, the only thing I want is to stay present, flow with the rhythms, create days filled with simple rituals + magic, and live with a sense of rooted, quiet strength.

🌕

This is my life. Part 2. Saturday morning. Norr

This is my life. Part 2.

Saturday morning.
Norrköping
Sweden
Artsy
Contemplative
Moody
Inspiring
Grounded

(Find Part 1 in my feed just before this picture) ✌🏼

This is my life. Part 1. Thursday morning. Moun

This is my life. Part 1.

Thursday morning.
Mountains
North Carolina.
Earthy.
Contemplative.
Moody.
Simple.
Rooted.

(See the next story in my feed for part 2). ✌🏼

An epic sunset for our last night in North Carolin

An epic sunset for our last night in North Carolina. The colors changed + the clouds grew almost every second. The moon rose secretly between the trees. And if I could have stopped time, I most definitely would have.

(Plus, an extra little family photo from earlier in the day) 🤍

A little western North Carolina nature. 🤍

A little western North Carolina nature. 🤍

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The year’s first semla! A plain wheat bun filled

The year’s first semla! A plain wheat bun filled with sweet almond paste + thick (real) whipped cream. Soooo yummy.

A delicious Scandinavian pastry eaten during this late winter season, it’s history is connected to the season of Lent, which is always the 6 weeks before Easter. Traditionally, it appeared after the 12th day of Christmas (Epiphany) + was enjoyed up to Fat Tuesday, the day before the contemplative, fasting season of Lent began.

Today, they are sold everywhere - even before Christmas. But, I’m keeping with tradition + enjoying them between Epiphany + Lent.

I’m thinking that this year I may need to try one at a few different bakeries/cafés in Norrköping, right? A little semla project! The search for Norrköping’s best semla!

✌🏼🤤

#semla #winterstories #slowlivingmovement #foodhistory #nordicfood #moodyfood #moodytones #winterrituals #contemplative #seasonaleating #seasonalliving

After 2 long years, Lina and I finally made our wa

After 2 long years, Lina and I finally made our way back to the States to visit my family + it was everything I ever wanted for Christmas.

So, if you’re interested in a little peek into my memories from the last few days of 2021, visit the link in my bio or Stories.

Photos + stories of My American Christmas part 1 - on the blog!

👆🏼👆🏼

This pic is from the first 5 minutes we were all reunited. And, of course I’m toasting the moment with a local beer. ❤️

#holidayblog #travelinghome #christmasblog #everydayismagic #winterstories #slowandsimple

Moments from a long, slow, cold walk through the c

Moments from a long, slow, cold walk through the city with my love to clear the mind + inspire the soul.

A lesson in finding beauty in it all.

A chance to think about this time last year - when we found out something was wrong with our little 14 week old baby that Lina was carrying. And how we had no idea the hell that lay before us in the coming weeks.

So much happens in a year. So much changes. And, yet, it all flutters by so quickly.

I suppose learning to hold grief + loss + disappointment + love + hope all at the same time is what it’s all about. Learning to live with it all. Finding ways to grieve and love in whatever way and however long you need. But, even that changes as time moves on.

And, while these changes that occur over time unfold, I am finding new parts of myself, new ways to live, and a new appreciation + acceptance of the rhythm of it all.

Life is not linear with ups + downs. Years cannot be classified as good years + bad years.

Life is a spiral. And seasonal. Cyclical, evolutionary, flowing naturally, unfolding gracefully, moving slowing and seamlessly from one season to the next, from feeling one emotion to the next, almost like melting into one other. Or, better yet, like breathing. It’s knowing, unknowing, and relearning. It’s moments of living, dying, and being reborn. It’s the new life of spring, the carefree wildness of summer, the moody melancholy of autumn, and the deep wisdom of winter.

Life is a gentle, tender, slow process of being, releasing, and becoming - again and again.

And that is why I still hold onto hope. 🕯

#mittnorrköping #meranorrk #seasonalliving #winterstories #januarymood #winterwisdom #slowlivingrevolution

The first blog post of 2022 is up! And I’m shari

The first blog post of 2022 is up! And I’m sharing all the vibes that I’m bringing to this year.

I’ll be dropping even deeper into living my life slowly and in rhythm with the seasons.

In fact, a whole list of words that embody living a slow, rhythmic life has risen from my soul over the holidays. And I’ve also mapped out ways to concretely live out those words in my everyday. Rituals, practices, magic, routines, simplicity.

Anyway… instead of choosing a word of the year, I’m going for a vibe of the year.

Linky link to my post and more about my vibe for 2022 in my bio + in Stories. 👆🏼

🌀

Blog link in bio + in stories.

Blessed Cold Full Moon, loves. 🌕 It’s a nigh

Blessed Cold Full Moon, loves. 🌕

It’s a night for remembering that it’s still winter. That rest + restoration is still the energy I’m called to be embody right now.

But, I’m also slowly shifting into creating a a vibe for 2022. Turns out, embracing and dropping into the medicine of winter is exactly what is needed to help me begin to feel a vision rise from my soul.

I’m calling in all of the creative, inspiring, contemplative, simple, grounded energy I can as I dare to step into the hope of this new year.

But, there’s no hurry. I’m quietly, intentionally, soulfully creating a mood + a few plans for how I want to live and evolve this year.

And tonight’s full moon is illuminating a desire for a deep sense of healing, nourishment, and wholeness as this year just barely begins to unfold.

She’s still young. 2022. And there’s so much unfolding ahead.

So, really, the only thing I want is to stay present, flow with the rhythms, create days filled with simple rituals + magic, and live with a sense of rooted, quiet strength.

🌕

This is my life. Part 2. Saturday morning. Norr

This is my life. Part 2.

Saturday morning.
Norrköping
Sweden
Artsy
Contemplative
Moody
Inspiring
Grounded

(Find Part 1 in my feed just before this picture) ✌🏼

This is my life. Part 1. Thursday morning. Moun

This is my life. Part 1.

Thursday morning.
Mountains
North Carolina.
Earthy.
Contemplative.
Moody.
Simple.
Rooted.

(See the next story in my feed for part 2). ✌🏼

An epic sunset for our last night in North Carolin

An epic sunset for our last night in North Carolina. The colors changed + the clouds grew almost every second. The moon rose secretly between the trees. And if I could have stopped time, I most definitely would have.

(Plus, an extra little family photo from earlier in the day) 🤍

A little western North Carolina nature. 🤍

A little western North Carolina nature. 🤍

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