Creating Space

Clearing. Chopping. Raking. Cutting. Lifting. Moving.

The muddy jungle soil covers my face, my hands, and fills the space underneath my nails to make me understand we are one and the same.

Moving rocks from one place to another; creating paths and openings. New beginnings. Release.

Ticks are biting and crawling all over my legs and up the ass, biting again even harder this time. Itchy, muddy sweaty and part of it all.

Open circles opening the heart. And we become spirals and trees.




Mama Jungle says:" Lift your head. Raise your eyes towards the tall trees. Rest here. In the space you created."


We share the silence of focus. Snakes bless our work. We are welcome here. She gifts us bamboo trees and we chop them, flatten them and build a bridge.

We build a bridge to unite the people.

Raking and clearing. The wheelbarrow fills up: what is not wanted in one place gets an important role somewhere else. Paths are made. The secret passageway in the jungle starts to show for the one who looks.

We create paths across the worlds.

And you are welcome here,  dear one. We are all welcome here.

Indiana Jones hanging bridge

Indiana Jones hanging bridge



I am blessed with having family in many parts of the globe. It is with deep gratitude and humility me and my husband offer our service to Mother Earth. To create and hold ceremonial space is such profound work. I and we are happy and grateful to be part of this creations work; to plant seeds of community and to share the tales of ancient traditions. Everywhere we go, we will carry this work in our hearts and our feet. And we invite you to join the feast!

More tales will come, the land will expand.

Thank you.


Cantantes and Tatarahuehue

Cantantes and Tatarahuehue

Fran djungel till oken

Lago Titicaca

The tiniest plane I've ever seen. Needless to say, we didn't feel very good during that trip.

Capybaras living by the river.

Montito. Tiny moneky or simply Herr Nilsson

Looking for anacondas. Yeah, we found a skinny one. And a dead black mamba.

This little guy kept me company in the hamaca.

Caiman, sunbathing. 

Swimming in the river. No caimans or alligators at the time, only pink river dolphins that wanted to bite our toes...

We also wanted to see if we could find any red and yellow eyes in the dark. Yes, heaps!

New Years Eve in Sucre with new friends at restaurant Amsterdam.

Sucre view point

Project: Help the working children of Sucre

The children's graveyard, where graves have been dug up to make room for new ones. The bodies? They are usually stolen to make experiments in the doctor's lab, or just thrown away. 

Lovely crowd at La Dolce Vita. Asian food and good friends.

Nu ar tanken att vi ska dra oss soderut, mot saltoknen, men ar skeptisk till hur det kommer ga. Sakerheten i en jeep i fyra dagar i Bolivia? Skulle garna stanna langre har och volontara. De har simskola for barnen i Help the working children of Sucre som vi blev erbjudna att hjalpa till pa, men tiden...tiden....

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