FB 20Nov

Læst lige at det er muligt at købe et kram. Altså et ganske almindelig kram. And no it isn’t with a red light in the window. What a concept…buy a hug, for a dollar a minute, about 5,50kr. Det er sundt at få og give kram. It is healthy to receive and give hugs. It reduces stress. Makes us feel warm and cared for. Even if we pay for it? As a single person, you miss the daily dose of caring touch and hugs that are present in a twosome. I’ve pondered the possibility of having hug sessions at work, the thought struck me on a particularly blue Monday, but was quickly dismissed, pretty sure my co-workers would think it a crazy idea.

Not everyone is comfortable with touch. I like a hand on my shoulder or an arm around the shoulders in a quick hug. It makes me feel good. But to go so far as to pay for a cuddle, I don’t think so. And I can’t help but think – what a wonderful idea but how very sad that it should be necessary, that there is actually a need or market for “hugs for sale” Business is reported to be booming. 👏

FB 17Nov14 nørreport…

Nørreport station…omg! What a jumble of stairways, some closed, some ending where I didn’t expect it and up again to the dark surface with everyone bustling on their own path to their destinations. I have good company in my ears, Mr Ed Sheeran strumming so blissfully on his guitar. Right now it’s “I see fire. ” I’m relaxing after all the Monday calls I’ve had. What is a Monday call? It is actually just those calls where no matter what you say, no matter how much you pacify, assist, try to excuse, it is not enough. No satisfied customer at the end of it all. With one wonderful exception, an older woman who needed some special assistance. I could help her as I have so many others, but for her it meant something. I ended as her darling. At the end of the call, I had the feeling that we were shaking hands across the many miles between us. “What was my name?”  “Well Kim, my name is Dorothy, but always called Dot. You are a darling. Now have a wonderful day.” I had done nothing other than that which I always did. For her it was extra. Nice. She erased  every one of those “monday” calls. Thanks Dot. You are the darling. Almost at my stop. Hillerød today. Hey I get out and see the world!! Have a great evening! See ya’

07 Nov 2014

It has been a very rainy day. Gray. Flintholm now, station before last stop on the Metro…S-train now. Not so packed. Lots of people with their noses in a smartphone, attached to it with an umbilical cord – their earphones. Across the aisle a white haired bespectacled man is doing a crossword in the newspaper. Do those still exist? Everything is electronic these days. My meditation teacher, an irish buddhist teacher, encourages putting our gadgets aside. Hmmm he was right about how many people don’t look up. I’m relieved to see a few book readers. A little girl in zebra wellies is playing a game on her Dad’s iPad. Its dark outside. A few lights can be glimpsed.  Måløv station. Snipits of conversation…a colleague gone down with stress, lost her memory. Wow! How do we get that far out? Why are we not caught, by colleagues or friends, in the downward spiral that a burnout is? What are we so afraid of? Those watching, working alongside. The little girl got off with her Dad. The game to be finished at home. She’s happy. Stenløse. Someone just said about herself that she was dead during the week and only lived on the weekend. Can’t see her face. Lots of umbrellas in hand. I wonder how many are forgotten on the train on a day like today? Ølstykke…bus next. See you tomorrow. Have a great evening.

05 November 2014

Now at Nørreport on the Metro…and the train is packed. Interesting taking public transport…my mind wanders as I observe all these people…who are they? Not their names, that doesn’t matter – Jonas, Peter, Susanne, Pia, Thilde – spiller ingen rolle, who are they? What are they passionate about? What do they read? Are they happy and enjoying life? What struggles do they have? Are they creative? Do they like Christmas? Is it their birthday? Are they alone? Why are they here right now on my train? Do I see them as they really are or is it my perception? Is this reality or is it my reality?

Whew, Sundby next stop. Miss my car!!

Have a great day!