Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they’re already asleep.

Tides are the rise and fall of sea levels caused by the combined effects of the gravitational forces exerted by the Moon and the Sun and the rotation of the Earth. In and out of high tides, the past year has been adventures flip flopped with an idea of routine. Trying to settle on an idea of a routine life I discover consciously that routine is anywhere but where I am going . With high tide comes routine and with the low comes the adventure and the hustle and the bustle.

I am again pregnant.

Nervous, it feels different the second time around. Like you know what to expect, but still with a twinge of mystery. Will it be another boy? How do I stay healthy? Can I work out? Can I surf? Can I do my new job? Which is an entire other subject. And yeah already I am in my first or second month and impatient as hell, I already want to push the little bugg into the world, hold him in my arms and get him started on his way.

Lasse is almost 5. I can’t believe it. Just when he is gaining a huge sense of independence a new baby. Lasse is giddy with emotion. He sat through and entire video about the stages of pregnancy. So I think he knows we have a bit of a wait. He has been waiting now for what seems like years, so what’s a little longer. That’s the feeling I get from him.

I forget most of the time that there is actually a little guy inside me starting out. So crazy. Emotional. I have been trying to eat really natural but already craving food and having munchies all the time. I can’t wait to be around my husband again to share the beauty and magic of our new life. I need his inspiration. I crave his kiss and his love. This winter is going to be a whirlwind, and maybe that is a good thing to get through this long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, long, (9 MONTHS!!) wait.

I am working in Denver. Lasse and Federico will be in Vail. But we are going to do everything to make this venture amazing. This is a dream for me. I can go into mega details about the job, but I won’t. Not now. Let’s wait until the ride begins.  I couldn’t have stepped into a better stage for my career as a skier. I love kids, to help them become better athletes, inspired to live and to dream, what a blessing.

This life.

My life.

It goes on.

And I couldn’t be happier.


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Once upon a summer

そのとき from Amanda Belantara on Vimeo.

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Glitta Kings

02 Bed Of Nails ft. Progress

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A series of small serendipitous changes


Will I ever live by the sea? I could go on and on. All day and all night not knowing what it is I wish I was knowing or unknowing. Wanting to change but then wanting to stay. The threat of bitter and brittle puking out love. I think I want to get a tattoo. I never thought I would. I like the new tattoos. Maybe I’ll wait a little bit longer. You are never fully dressed until you put on your smile. What is your favorite word?

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Practice

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My life

“And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord” -The Game

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music maker

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a rival

The young crowd looked upon me looting for shadows of my youth. Born of every morning of everyday to flatter each evidence of truth.
They ask me their rules of play; the atoms adams and whores. My church is father ocean corresponding offshore.
White moon.
Beached town.
ayi ayi huero pinche
Mexican town sound
todo todo Madre Madre
Back to age and a fat belly
Battle for something good, keep battling it’s there. it’s in the atoms of life, not in a plastik air.
So I seared them raw so now they’re left in the pits of my jaw.
hone clone condone.
fragments
meanings forced into forms. Our house of mud iron and foam.
Take it deep…DEEP
Medusa haunts my mane searching again for fame. Leaching into my soul in wafts of experience. periods. mezcales. Oaxaca. Náuhuatl.
Vazquez Mota on her way to surrender milk coke papote where’m I at?
One Mind tell me again, say it again how do you hear my thought?
Sway sway sway
Take chances to ignore the dizziness of freedom. Live an expression.
Are you lying to the light of our passion?
Ego go home.
The hauntings dismally continue. Lines. Ego.
The mind of the voice inside haunting the locals, haunting the tourists.
the voice of youth.
idea of time
Stars fleeting into facets of a collective
One Mind
pray for nature pray for water pray for love pray for rhythm
I BELIEVE I CAN GO ANYWHERE
oh yes even there; the ends of the universe
until you begin to converse bringing back another dreamed’p reality
sounding off inside an atom of the sun.
molden gold coating morals of extacy
Power hunting animals
pray for a plantetarian to break scientific boundaries and discover nature.
Imagine your location without fossil fuel.
Break apart education. Forget what you’ve learned.
Stains. Time staining self image. Stained onto USB fuzes.
If god is for you who can be against you?
Do you believe in karma?
La grava. Zicatela can you speak of god? Why do you preach father ocean?
Beauty hunter. The hunted like elephant tusks in differed ideals. Animals living like men starving off limits of greed and temptation.
Anxiety ruling a kingdom that is supposed to be called LOVE.
Tiring tiring into ageless lines of stolen lies. Agendas of continence and perceptions of the expression.
There comes a time when you want to be older.

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To steady oneself.

Your children / Sus hijos/ Teus filhos
from the blog of PAULO COELHO on MAY 11, 2012

On Children (by Kahlil Gibran)

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

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