Reflection Meditation

12/04/2026

Everything starts small, often unseen.

We live forward, but understand backwards, as Kierkegaard once wrote.

Ane Brun sings of how “revolution from dreams” can rise from almost nothing.

And lately, it feels as if a country I know is holding its breath; waiting for the moment when dust begins to move.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMCQgb1YxI8

It all starts somewhere
It all starts with one
Everything comes from something
It all starts with one
It all starts somewhere
It all starts with one
Nothing comes from nothing
It all starts with one
First everything is dry
Before the dew and the drops align
Then the rain starts falling down
Then comes the flood, the flood
The flood, the flood
The flood, the flood
We all start somewhere
We all start with one
Everyone comes from something
We all start with one
We all start somewhere
We all start with one
No one comes from nothing
We all start with one
First everything is quiet
A breath of air from lips and tongue
Then the sound makes the world wild
One, two, three more
We can do more
Much more, let's do more
Much more, let's say more
We are more
Stones from dust
Anger from fear
Poetry from heartbeats
Revolution from dreams
Revolution from dreams
Revolution from dreams
It all starts somewhere
It all starts with one
Everything comes from something
It all starts with one
Starts with one

Listen on Spotify: http://open.spotify.com/artist/2L3kwZFd16zjHz9a5kEPAmDownload on iTunes: http://itunes.apple.com/se/artist/ane-brun/id24134087Follow Ane o...

11/04/2026

Original haiku by Ákos Fodor:

Szabadság az, ha
megválaszthatom: kitől
és mitől függjek.

Photo by Engin Akyurt

10/04/2026

I can’t wait for Francois Ozon’s The Stranger to come out so I can finally see it on a big screen. I’ve always loved black-and-white films, and this one looks like it’s going to be especially beautiful.

What I love about monochrome is how it completely shifts the atmosphere. With no colour competing for attention, everything else starts to matter more—light and shadow, textures, the slightest change in a face, the way someone moves. It shapes mood in a quiet, almost invisible way.

There’s something calming about it, too. It feels like a kind of visual minimalism, almost like mindfulness. Instead of that fast, scroll-through-everything way of watching, you slow down. You linger on shots. You notice small details. You actually sink into the film.

Albert Camus’s classic of existential literature (L'Étranger), is brought thrillingly to life in the latest from French master François Ozon. Bringing a cont...

07/04/2026

Ismét a tavasz — Parancs János

A jószagú levegő. A csicsergő,
a csivitelő, a füttyögő madarak.
Az opál ég alatt a könnyű pára.
A tavaszi napsütéstől kótyagos,
cikázó rovarok, lepkék, bogarak.
Kibuknak a földből a füvek, a csírák,
tündökölnek és illatoznak az ibolyák,
az ismeretlen nevű, apró virágok.
Erjed és pezseg újra a természet,
ki tudja hanyadszor, hány ezer éve,
hogy kihordja és világra szülje
az esélyt, a folytatás reményét legalább.

Ez az évszak a bizalomé, a bizakodásé;
ilyenkor röstellem, hogy gyanakvó,
hitetlen és erőtlen lélek vagyok.
Mert gyönyörű ez a lázas igyekezet és lobogás,
gyönyörű ez az önfeledt, csapongó szárnyalás,
ez a lebírhatatlan, ösztönös és vegetatív remény.

Spring Again — by János Parancs

The sweet-scented air. The chirping,
twittering, whistling birds.
Beneath the opal sky, the light haze.
Dazed by the spring sunshine,
darting insects, butterflies, beetles.
Grasses and shoots burst from the soil,
violets gleam and give off their fragrance,
and tiny flowers of unknown names.
Nature ferments and fizzes anew,
who knows for how many thousands of years,
to carry and bring forth into the world
at least the chance, the hope of continuation.

This is the season of trust, of confidence;
at such times I am ashamed that I am
a suspicious, unbelieving, and feeble soul.
For beautiful is this feverish striving and blazing,
beautiful this carefree, wandering flight,
this unconquerable, instinctive, vegetative hope.

03/04/2026

Ever since I read The Museum of Innocence and watched the film, I’ve wanted to go to Istanbul and see the museum Orhan Pamuk created from the story’s relics. It holds more than a thousand little objects connected to this fictional love affair; a man trying to archive a feeling he can’t bear to lose. Each item is a tiny memory, a moment he refuses to let time erase.

The film doesn’t tell you whether collecting things like this is healthy or not. It’s more about how memory can comfort us, but also keep us stuck. Pamuk’s museum is extreme, but not totally foreign. We all hang on to random objects for reasons we can’t explain. We give things emotional weight because we’re scared of losing what they remind us of.

27/03/2026

It’s way easier to grow when it comes from curiosity or genuine desire, not from thinking we’re somehow “wrong.” Once we accept that being imperfect is just part of being human, that constant pressure to fix ourselves starts to ease up. We don’t need to be perfect to be worthy.

21/03/2026

It’s World Poetry Day, and I love seeing how poems are being used more and more to support people when things get heavy. They give words to feelings that are hard to pin down. I’ve always felt like good poetry keeps me company; comforting, grounding, and occasionally dramatic in the best possible way.

In Tulips, those bright flowers feel like symbols of being tugged back into life, even when you’re not quite ready for it.

From Tulips by Sylvia Plath:

“Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.”
“I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow.”
“The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.”
“Before they came the air was calm enough,”
“Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.”
“The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;”
“They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,”
“I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes”

The whole poem is here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49013/tulips-56d22ab68fdd0

15/03/2026

Environmental psychology basically says we all have our own “go‑to” spots in nature, places that calm us down, clear our heads, or give us a little boost. Over time, our brains figure out what works, and we naturally drift toward those environments.

Some people instantly relax by the ocean. Waves, open horizon, that steady rhythm, it just slows everything down.

Others feel most grounded in forests. The quiet, the soft light, that tucked‑away feeling, it’s perfect for thinking and resetting.

Mountains tend to draw people who want perspective or a bit of challenge. The scale of everything and the crisp air make life feel a little clearer.

And then there are the big‑sky people, the ones who feel best with wide open space and room to breathe.

If you’re trying to lift your mood or take care of your mental well‑being, it helps to notice which environments naturally recharge you. Spend more time in those places when you can. Even tiny moments count: a quick walk by the water, a few minutes in a park, or sitting somewhere with a wide view can gently reset your mind.

Sometimes feeling better isn’t about big changes; it’s just about getting back to the places that help you breathe a little easier.

07/03/2026

A thought for International Women’s Day.

I’ve never strongly connected with feminism as a movement; I’ve often wished women could feel free to express gentleness and let their ego rest, becoming calmer and more content. Still, I really like this poem. It’s a great example of emotion-free, judgment-free observation, how a bold claim can be quietly undone by a few simple words.

In 1973, the former tennis champion Bobby Riggs challenged the great Billie Jean King to a match, claiming that she couldn’t beat him simply because she was a woman. In front of a TV audience of over 45 million, in what became known as “The Battle of the Sexes,” Billie Jean King won.

Battle of the Sexes
by Liz Brownlee

Bobby Riggs, tennis champ,
said a woman couldn’t
beat a man . . .

Billie Jean King, tennis champ,
in three straight sets, showed
a woman can.

Source: A Poem for Every Day of the Year, edited by Allie Esiri.

06/03/2026

I love the imagery Allison Russell uses in that clip, how she moves from the ground to the air and then out into space. It lines up so naturally with her story of trauma, transformation, and growing power. You can feel her shifting from being a victim to finding movement, escape, and her own direction. The whole song feels like a journey from the wounded bird and the suffocating summer night, through the midnight rider, the night flyer, the smoke above the trees and the screaming hawk, to the solar flare, the Mother of the Evening Star, and Love that Conquers All, where the narrator finally steps into strength and a sense of self that isn’t ruled by fear anymore.

"Nightflyer" is from Allison Russell's first ever solo project, Outside Child (produced by Dan Knobler). Stream/buy here: https://found.ee/AROutsideChild"Nig...

27/02/2026

Travelling never feels like enough. And since I can’t do it as often as I’d like, I’ve created a small ritual that brings the world a little closer to me.

In the evenings, when everything finally quiets down, I meditate while listening to nature sounds from across the globe. Even choosing where I’ll “go” the next day makes me excited.😊

I listen, breathe, and sink into Swedish Forest Rain, a Japanese mountain spring, a soft Sardinian waterfall, the Amazon jungle, a rainy morning in the Andes, thunder rolling over Lake Titicaca, a campfire in the savanna, a Transylvanian forest, the British countryside, ocean waves in Madagascar, or a Borneo sunrise.

So far, Himalayan Dawn is my favourite.

You can find them all on Insight Timer if you’d like to give them a try.✨

20/02/2026

This weather makes me want to slow down, get cosy, and slip into a book or a film. Both offer the same quiet escape, the same soft shift from being firmly myself to briefly becoming someone else.

Stories let you borrow another person’s fears and hopes, think with a mind that isn’t yours, feel for people you might never understand, and witness choices without carrying their weight. They move you without demanding anything in return.

It isn’t about learning or achieving. It’s simply the comfort of leaving your own world for a moment… and returning just a little changed.