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Well, I woke up this morning worrying that I was too open in yesterday's post about my own twists, turns and doubts on my path to becoming a fully-fledged Gestalt therapist.

But the thing is, I firmly believe that it's my capacity and willingness to do my own work, dig through my own darkness and look closely at my own patterns, avoidances and excesses that can make me a relevant singer and/or useful mirror, soundboard and support for other stubborn, curious, confused, anxious, hurting or stuck human animals.

I'm not an example of perfect enlightenment. I am certainly not an expert on you and your process. I'm an authentic, open, caring, curious person who will support YOU in becoming the greatest expert on your own living, loving, letting in and letting go.

Of course I also practice specific skills and techniques that can be useful in healing hurts, restoring healthy function, befriending and re-wilding yourself and exploring new potentials. But the most fundamentally healing thing I can do for anyone in my therapist role is to be present with integrity, awareness and attention, willing and able to face whatever you are facing WITH you.

Therapy is like music is like life: I play better if I listen well and practice diligently first, and I keep evolving if I keep listening and practicing and learning as much as I can from all good (and bad) teachers and encounters along the way.
Forest time
Forest time

What better season to turn over a new leaf or three?
Spring is on with a boom here in Oslo, after a long, hard winter. Seems like nature is making up for lost time, everyone who survived the frost is budding, flowering, chirping and nesting like there is no tomorrow. Each morning their is a new, fine layer of gold on my blue balcony chairs, and the wind is eager to cover my face in the love life of local greenery.

A diligent pair of thrushes have built their nest and are speed-raising a hungry brood in the tree next to my north facing window. Trying to keep the worms coming while keeping a watchful eye out for the opportunistic gulls and crows who patrol the rooftops, eager for food for their own family projects. It's an exciting drama far better than television.

I find it easy to empathise with the confused and anxious fledglings outside my window. They mirror my own confusion and anxiety during the past year of starting to stretch and test my wings as a psychotherapist in training, as I have almost completed my third year of studies at The Norwegian Gestalt Institute, and am now working with clients in private practice in addition to my work as an advisor and coach for The University of Oslo, and my poetry and music-making.

My recording work has crawled along at a snails pace because there are too few hours in the day. The slow pace of recording frustrates me, but I am happy I have managed to stick to my regular practice sessions, played quite a few gigs locally and written some new songs. None of which I have managed to write about here. Facecrack (Facebook) is useful for promoting gigs and shit for my capacity to update my own web lair. Not sure yet what to do about this.

This has been a year of ups and downs and shake-it-arounds, both professionally and privately. There has been a lot of ungainly flapping, teetering on brinks, scrambling back into the nest to analyse and adjust, and the occasional proud moment here and there of "aha!" and "ooh, we did good work there! Maybe there is hope yet!"

In short: The confusion and anxiety of learning by doing, which I find that theory and practice can prepare me for, but not protect me from. So hard to let go of my childhood fantasies of confident expertise and infallibility, and accept life in all its brutal sensitivity and glorious imperfection!

It has been a bigger challenge than I like to admit to not get discouraged. So I am looking to those scrawny little chirpers outside my window for inspiration and encouragement!

Money is an issue these days, and I want to make a new relationship with it. One that is more matter of fact and pragmatic. Bills growl menacingly in my inbox as I fret over my empty account near the end of each month - and yet in the bigger scheme of things I am of course incredibly privileged and lucky to have a roof over my head and the chance to study and practice new skills and worry about life goals, spiritual callings and core purposes and whatnot.

One of the next items on my "to do" list is to make a short presentation of myself as a therapist and link my page for that to these pages here, so I can let the world know I have capacity for a few more clients. And book some studio time again. And nag.. err... I mean politely remind someone that they promised to send me live recordings from a recent gig.

And... and... breathe while I watch the leaves dance and flutter in the breeze. Yesterday I hiked through the woods to swim in one of my favourite local lakes - a moment of pure (freezing) joy when all ticking clocks stopped and everything was as it should be. Wide open inner landscape and the rushing song of tall pines sweeping through and putting my house in order. Thanks, Gaia.
The smell of sun-warm peat.
The smell of sun-warm peat.
Every spring I fall in love with green
Every spring I fall in love with green
Shameless roots
Shameless roots

25 September 2016 / snapshots / 0 comments
Let's see, what have I been up to recently? Well, the usual really. Working, studying, loving, writing some songs, playing some gigs, not updating my web page... Oh, and meandering around in the forest whenever I get the chance. Like today - below are a couple of moments/meetings.

Also, I am starting to get that recording itch. About bloody time really, it's been long enough since I was in a studio that I'm scared of it all over again. Aiming to do something about that at the end of November. I will keep you posted.

In the mean time, enjoy autumn as it settles over the trees and fields!
mmm...warm planks...
mmm...warm planks...
light!
light!
sticky friends
sticky friends
mirror
mirror

15 April 2015 / gigs, snapshots / 0 comments
Saturday April 18th I will be the crunchy queer filling in a yummy folk sandwich at MaksiTaksi, one of a couple of friendly, collectively owned and run bars in Oslo. I am waggily excited about sharing the stage with the multitalented Herr Pedersen (Norway) and one of my favourite Swedish folk howlers Dan Fägerquist.

Dan has translated and performs a selection of songs by Vladimir Visotskij - a Russian poet, actor and singer who died much too young in 1980, but left behind some amazing songs. Dan playing and singing Visotskij is a bit like being sensitively run over by a steam locomotive. Worth experiencing, in other words.

Also - here are some random snapshots from one of my rambles. Because, you know, these little moments...
Old, cracked and beautiful.
Old, cracked and beautiful.
My kind of flag.
My kind of flag.
The little known Norwegian nailshroom
The little known Norwegian nailshroom

11 April 2015 / gigs, actions / 0 comments
Benefit in support of Ship to Gaza
I was very happy when my friends in Ship to Gaza asked me to be the acoustic intro to their day of information, action and music in support of the new ship they are organising! Help spread the word!

08 October 2014 / gigs, touring / 0 comments
Please check events on Facebook - hope we see you on the road!

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