Greetings from my little cabin in Sjunkamossa, Sweden. As I’m sure you’re aware by now, I’m a Swede living the US. This fall it will be 28 years since I left Sweden. Calling two countries home is a privilege that has opened my eyes and my worldview in a way that I could never have imagined. It’s a little like living two lifetimes in one. Sometimes I picture my life as a root system with two different kinds of trees. The American tree is new and strong, and the Swedish tree is an older growth tree that gives me strength in the background with ancient roots with all the knowledge of my ancestors. I really feel this. It's hard to explain, but I think everyone who has left their homeland understand. You can never let go of who you are, it sits deep within yourself, in your very bones. When I run here I feel it. It's bittersweet, emotional and wholly enjoyable. It's glorious.
You don't get many roads that are more perfect for running than this one. It´s so narrow. Can you imagine that it's the main road through the community?
I ran 7-k last night and met one car.It hard to beat the cuteness of this. Not speeding gives me plenty of time to enjoy.Evening sun streaming through a birch copse. A traditional Swedish House along the road.This photo is taken from one of my other runs. As you can see it was shady that day.This wall is hundreds of years old. We have them everywhere, they protected the crops once and later grazing animals. Now it's just a wall straight through the woods. Birches are very typical, but I've never seen these types of bushes growing beneath them. Some of them are ferns, but most look like some kind of soft pine. They're not baby Christmas trees though, of that I´m sure.This is where the word mossa (moss) comes from in the name Sjunkamossa.
It means "Sinking Moss" and it is indeed full of moist earth and thick green beautiful moss.
