Ancient tales and fairy stories, from them we have a lot to learn. It’s not just how we people read and interpret things that matters, instead it’s the sense and all the feelings of a tale or a story being told that matters more.This website is contemporary, but the sense of nature life and living can still be found here.
I also run two other sites which might be of interest. This one “Li Sam Writing” is where I publish all my other writing. Most of my stories and poetry are written in English, but there is one (so far) in Swedish. That one in English is called “Born Dumb” and is still one of my favorites.In addition I also engage myself in politics. Not so much ideology as it may sound, instead I’m more interested in realities.This site is in Swedish and is about Realpolitik, which deals with human behaviour and of course, nature, life and living realities, too.
So this is me, Li Sam.I am the one running and writing all the tales and fairy stories on this site.The pictures you see are all connected in one way or the other and taken (owned) by me.This site is a kind of project which I have tried to find out a suitable format for for long, which should be possible to update at least a couple of times a week. I can’t promise I will, but I’ll try my very best.In addition to this site, I have a personal twitter account where I will announce all new updates when ready and available.If you otherwise would like to get in touch with me you can do so on this email address:email@example.com
We quite never know what is or will be ahead of us in life, there are so many questions. But even so, would we like to know at the bottom of the stairs? “It depends on the location?” a little bird once told me. At that time and for some reason I had moved my body as far away I possible could go. The path was set and the stairs I seriously felt was there alright, but the taxi I had booked didn’t show up. I stood there on the sidewalk, it was early morning, not a soul...
This Path or another?
recover and call for a cab again. I was late, I almost didn’t make it. The little bird flew away as I entered the taxi, but somehow never left me as so many other things in life do. In a lot of senses, I walked the stairs and I literally have done it several times. There are several tiny little birds along that path too, and if you are open for it, they do show up and keep you company for a while. Nature in many ways does this if we keep nature company, too.
... in sight, and I just stood there waiting kind of giving up hope. The stairs looked invincible and I seriously considered to divert from that path. Time as we know it turned and shifted, kind vanishing far away. But that little bird never left me, it stayed chirping talking to me. No angry demanding talk trying to push or drag me. No sweet-talk either trying to trap me. No, instead I felt friendship in that little bird not giving up on me. It took at least half an hour to
Whatever nature is, trees are. I have seen a lot of places and to me, they all are unique, but not quite. They all have their unique locations, but man-made ideals often are very metric square and systemic in a way nature never is and life and living can’t be. I was never able to reach that point in the picture, there were signs telling “Private”. But never the less, I was able to enjoy it. Even if your body and that will of yours can’t go there, by sight you still can feel it. That bench...
Where to Sit?
no weed come near. But even so, the mountain wall like no one could mess with or even touch. The gardener could of course go there and physically touch it, but still never change anything. In every crack the rock kept its secrets from ancient times and with the tree translating. Whatever a secret is, it should stay so. If ever let in on a secret of nature, it’s because you are invited too. Emotionally some trees are there for us like a dear friend to lean on, and I did.
... there in the picture seemed like placed there for me. Human metric square, systemic and all that, it still very much fitted in. As I emotionally placed myself on the bench, the tree in front of me got very present, a pleasant and tickling feeling at the same time I would say. The tree like embraced me and kept me in the shadow so nobody else could see. It felt like a lookout with the tree guiding me. The lawn was kept in strict condition by a gardener letting
It’s strange how nature affects us and life, it’s not just the view as such, but sometimes maybe more, having experienced it. I’ve been down at those cliffs many times and when the wind cease to blow, like that day, the impression of it all change and you can feel nature coming to a standstill. Everything, even time feels different, not stressing you and running so fast anymore. That day I felt that I needed to see it, to sort of get a better view of that moment, both beyond...
A Viewfrom the Past
It was nature discovering me, the true nature of me, and not the role that we humans raise our kids and ourselves to be. I thanked nature for receiving me, no praying or such, nature doesn’t work that way. And as the air started to move again, I together with all my new found friends followed, getting ready to continue with whatever else we previously were doing. That moment never left me, it lives within me, and I can return to it whenever I want.
... and from the past. To a degree these cliffs and the view have been there like forever, and it is not me discovering, actually, it’s the other way around. Nature paused and together, I, animals, all insects and plants did the same, too. All we living stopped for a moment, getting more aware of each other and ourselves than ever before. I could feel nature looking at me, sensing me from my bare feet on the cliff floor to the top of my hair like inside and out.
Now... to really integrate with nature, you have to blend in and be a part of it, sort of like here. You can’t see me, but I’m visible anyway and I guess it’s obvious what I’m up to in this picture. However, in nature we all have our place, even if not physical or otherwise visible at all. To blend in doesn’t necessarily mean like disappearing, in fact, it can be the other way around. So as the opposite here, I’m blending in. That day, there were not many people around, so I had the...
stronger and the cliff lit up like a newly polished marble floor. Of course there were insects all around, but no one bothered the others. Some flies kindly visited me to say hello and very politely I greeted them back. Time, like these moments, run fast and soon I had to leave for the boat back home again. These short trips are life and living to me. Nature and all the creatures living there didn’t mind me showing up like that, and as a friend I blended in.
... cliff like on my own, picking my spot to show carefully. For a while I listened to all the noise from people and boats passing by in a distance, but after a while I switched channel and listened to nature instead, a silence which got me very aware of the trees in the background. Not much wind, but never the less, that whispering air touch me and I felt a joy and liking from behind, making me feel both welcome and intrigued. This emotional exchange got
This tiny tale begins from the beginning of everything and in the same sense, like never ends. Even so, there is an ending. But some endings, like in this tale, may not have happened yet. So: Once upon a time there was a little shadow who had got tired of being chased by the sun all the time. Even if cloudy, the sun always managed to spread some light to wipe the shadow out. The city with its many street lights and reflections made it hard for the little shadow to...
safe and not stressed as before. The leaves like cared for it all the time and brought comfort. But seasons are shifting with leaves falling to the ground, too. The now tiny shadow clung to the last leaf leaving its branch, and as such together, mother Earth embraced them both. Like a shadow we sometimes get lost in the city lights, while nature care for us each and all. Like the leaf the little shadow rose up again, shading paths in life for both peace and comfort.
... hide. But one beautiful sunny summer day the little shadow took a chance following a lady under her umbrella, protecting herself from the strong light. The little shadow had no idea where that lady were heading, but as happened, she went out into the countryside making herself a pleasant day. The little shadow loved it. Each leaf above like covered the sky, turning towards the sun making space for the little shadow on its back side. The little shadow felt
Sometimes there is this beyond everything, something that can’t be touch because the time is not right. Whenever time is, it’s only available once, never always. That day time was not an issue to me to begin with. But as I for while stayed enjoying the view, my thoughts hit into something. I couldn’t put my finger on it other than my mind went sort of blank. The only thing I could do was to observe that moment. Nature like grabbed hold on me with that empty bench...
I wasn’t quite sure what to do, but just them being there like expectantly listening filled me, my mind didn’t feel that empty anymore and it got very obvious that the children on the bench enjoyed the ride. They were all like strangers to me by sight but not by sole, the most me that I am. What I could not have known then I know now by having experienced it. These children were my soul alike, visiting me from various other times, enjoying me living.
... communicating something. I didn’t feel scared or anything like that, but I never approached or sat down on the bench during that moment. Instead I sat down in front of it with my like empty but open mind. From beyond and behind me I started to hear giggling children voices coming closer and near. I didn’t turn or anything, I didn’t have to. Instead and one by one the children climbed up on the bench in front of me, expecting and happily waiting.
Nature shows to us in various ways, creating endless patterns where no one is the others alike. Humans do it contrary, copying what others have done all alike. There are patterns in life, too, where no one is the others alike. And contrary, humans copying each other to be just that, alike. In this picture you can sense it, as in any nature appearance and shape, no one pattern is straight forward or square, they all are unique telling their story. That day I felt eager to listen...
Carved in Stone
regardless of language or being told, all living can relate to it. That pattern is universal and I relived that feeling and felt it to be timeless, too. Then suddenly it appeared to me, that whenever the pattern occurred like million years ago, it today is a reflection of me living. Complicated as I am, same as that pattern ... but like it, complicated are we all.“But isn’t that how we meet?”I curiously asked myself feeling pleased. And like whenever and that feeling happens, we meet.
... to that since long ago told tale. As humans we know that rocks and cliffs are dead. But in nature and contrary, they are living, i.e. if you are open for it like me. Art is one thing, life and living another. When I approached the cliff with my mechanical “dead” camera I felt somewhat unsure, but still, I took this picture. I have always wondered about it, why? There is nothing there. But then later in life I was like allowed to understand the full meaning of it. Whatever is there,