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Quiet Saturday Reflection – and a Post Waiting to Be Born

This Is Not a Post About Answers – It’s a Post About Waiting

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Foreword

It’s Saturday.
The coffee is steaming, and the house is quiet. Because of that, I find myself listening inward. There is nothing I have to do right now – yet, there is something I want to do.
The words are whispering. A post is on its way. I do not yet know what it will be about. However, I already know it wants to be written. And, of course, it wants to be written by me.


A Quiet Saturday Reflection

Today is one of those days when I simply listen. I listen to the sound of the keyboard, but also to the cat lying next to me, and to something inside me that is moving slowly – yet clearly. As a result, I begin to think about tomorrow’s post, the one that will be written by me. At the same time, I want it to land with you, the reader. Yet I also realize that I cannot know exactly how it will land with you – or what you might carry with you afterward.

I imagine that tomorrow’s post will grow out of just this – out of stillness, out of the pause.


A Quiet Saturday Reflection

A Letter, Perhaps?

Perhaps it will turn into a letter to someone I miss.
Or, on the other hand, it might become a thought about why Sundays sometimes feel empty – and other times, sacred. Maybe I will write about love, the kind that no longer has room in relationships. Or perhaps it will end up somewhere else entirely – somewhere everyday, somewhere you might recognize yourself in.


When the Time Is Right

We will see. The words will come when they are ready. That moment arrives when I have untangled the thoughts and found the right feeling – the one that allows the words to simply spill out of me. That is when time stands still, and I step into my writing bubble. Eventually, that bubble will lead me to the finished post.

Often, that is exactly how my posts are born. Afterwards, when the piece is complete, I realize that an hour or two has passed without me noticing – and I have been living entirely in writing time.


Callout

What do Saturdays usually feel like for you?
Are they a moment of rest – or just a short pause before the next demands?


Reflection – A Quiet Saturday Reflection

Some posts are born out of chaos.
Others are born out of silence.
This one is born out of waiting. And waiting, after all, is also a place.


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Carina Ikonen Nilsson

”Yesterday has already settled into history, tomorrow waits further ahead. But right now – this is where life is happening.” – Carina Ikonen Nilsson

Here you can read: The End of Summer – and a Grief That Never Truly Pauses


AHA – Between the Lines

It doesn’t matter that I do not know yet. I write anyway, listening to the thoughts that begin to form. And it is in that listening that I find my way home to myself.

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A Day in July – With Pancakes, Reflections and Summer Heat

Morning before departure

Today we’re heading out with our little LVL^2. There’s a pleasant feeling in my body – a sense of well-earned rest. Maybe it’s because the laundry baskets are empty. That doesn’t happen often. I don’t know how many loads I did yesterday, but it turned into a full laundry day. And still, we managed to fit in a swim.

Not the refreshing, cold dip I often long for. The lake at home was warm – almost body temperature. I didn’t even feel cold getting in. But the kids enjoyed it – and so did I. Even though I was in the water almost as long as they were, I still felt warm when I got out. But I also felt grateful. Swimming together is its own kind of quiet luxury. Though mostly, I just swam on my own.


Have you ever felt that?
When life is overflowing with things to do, but still feels strangely empty? Maybe those small moments – a swim, an empty laundry basket – are where life happens most clearly.


Thirty kilometers in blazing sun

Later in the morning, my brother and his daughter arrived. They had biked all the way from Uddevalla – 30 kilometers in blazing sunshine. The temperature reached 27–30 degrees. I’m impressed. Also, a little worried. I would’ve passed out halfway.

But my brother has always been determined. He once biked all the way to Gothenburg. I suppose it runs in the family – because when our grandfather was young, he and his brothers used to cycle from Gothenburg to Uddevalla every weekend. They worked until 1 PM on Saturdays, then hopped on their bikes to spend Sunday with their parents. Would anyone do that today? I doubt it. These days, people train for the sake of training – not to visit their parents.


Do you think we’ve become too comfortable?
Or are we just showing love in different ways today?


A pancake worth remembering

After the swim, I got the idea to make a gluten-free oven pancake. I’ve tried many times before – but it’s never really turned out right. That fluffy, firm texture has always been missing. But yesterday… it worked.

I found a recipe from Det glutenfria köket (The Gluten-Free Kitchen) and made a double batch. I left out the bacon since we were having it with ice cream. The pancake turned out exactly the way I hoped. We ate it with queen’s jam and vanilla ice cream. The kids devoured it like they’d never seen food before. And I… I just sat there, enjoying the fact that I pulled it off. It had that soft, fluffy texture – just like I remember from my mother’s kitchen.


Recipe – Gluten-Free Oven Pancake

You’ll need:
– 4 eggs
– 3 dl gluten-free flour mix (like Finax Red or Semper Mix)
– 4 dl milk
– 1 tsp psyllium husk
– 1 tsp baking powder
– A pinch of salt
– 1 pack of bacon or smoked ham (optional)

How to make it:

  1. Preheat oven to 220°C (428°F).
  2. Whisk a bit more than half of the milk together with flour mix, psyllium husk, baking powder, and salt.
  3. Add eggs one at a time while whisking.
  4. Pour in the rest of the milk. Let the batter sit for 10 minutes.
  5. If using bacon – dice and pre-bake it in the baking dish for 10 minutes.
  6. Pour the batter into the dish and bake for 30–40 minutes in the center of the oven.

Serve with jam and ice cream – and a cup of coffee if you like.


Evening with cheese, crackers, and card games

Later that evening, my daughter and her partner came by. She had called earlier and asked if we could have cheese and crackers. I said yes right away. There’s something about those kinds of evenings – simple, yet deeply meaningful. We sat out on the patio playing cards until the dark slowly settled in. I wasn’t exactly a champion at the games, but I did win with my laughter – and my “fult ord”.

(Now, I don’t actually say a lot of bad words. I say “fult ord” – which literally means “bad word.” The boys at work thought that was hilarious and joked that whenever I said it, they’d mentally insert an actual swear word. But after a few months, they all started saying “fult ord” too. It became our thing.)


Have you ever felt that someone is doing something just to ease your pain?
It’s beautiful – but also fragile. What happens when we realize we need to carry our own grief?


But in the middle of all that warmth and joy, a thought crept in. One I’ve been carrying for a while. I don’t want my daughter to come just because our son doesn’t. I don’t want her to feel like she needs to fill a void or be a comfort. That emptiness – that’s ours to deal with.

I’ve spoken to her about these thoughts. And I hope she comes to us because she truly wants to – not out of guilt or responsibility for something she can’t fix.

And yet… I’m so grateful that she does come. That we have these evenings. Together.


Thoughts on faith – and a question from my neighbor

Before I end, I want to share a short clip from my neighbor’s YouTube channel. She makes sweet little educational films for children – but sometimes, she speaks to us grown-ups too. Today she asks: Can we live without religion?

I don’t know. I think many people in Sweden live without God in the traditional sense. But I believe we all still believe – in something. Karma, nature, kindness, purpose. I believe goodness creates more goodness – that kind acts ripple out into the world.

Faith has always been part of humanity. People have always needed to believe in something bigger – a reason to keep going. Our ancestors had gods long before priests came. Vikings, cave dwellers, everyone had their form of belief.

As for me – I go to church once a year. On Christmas Eve. For the songs, for the peace. I wouldn’t call myself religious. But maybe I am, in my own way.

Watch the clip here
Take a moment. Reflect.


Do you need something bigger to believe in?
What holds your thoughts when the world feels too large – or too empty?


Reflection

This was a day full of sun, swimming, food, family and thoughts. A day where the heat pressed down, but my heart opened. A day that tasted like pancake, smelled of sun-warmed skin – and left something to quietly ponder.


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