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: lisam.mailbox@li-sam.se

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

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 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.

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

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

  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.

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,

that way, “what you don’t have you can’t lose.”   Then I came to think of all that I didn’t need which others had, a kind of refreshing feeling as it got darker. “What if not living means that things I don’t need takes over me living, and that’s what’s dragging me down?”   Lost in these thoughts I happen to take this picture and then like back to the bar. I thought “Cities can never own me the same way nature can.” And as such I felt very pleased when leaving.

... do I, me i.e. fit in in all this?   Stockholm is a fairly big city, the capital and the biggest in Sweden anyway, about 1 million of us live here. And then again, what is living I thought?   Then as the dark spread, that “what is not living” came over me like chilly breeze.   To a degree I just knew, I had been there. But when out in the nature, I just couldn’t feel it the same. You lose something in all cities, something nature doesn’t have. Nature is very clever in

stretching out my left hand to feel the light and to watch my hand shadow on the floor.   First I felt it as someone were looking like observing me, but then I realized that it was me observing and looking.   As I reached the door, all which had piled up in me turned light, no weight or anything, and for no reason I placed it in front of the door. I didn’t knock on the door, but still that nothing was something, a step, like a step in life... like something I had to do.

... I sort of didn’t get anywhere. Whatever that church building had been, today is and are, had nothing to do with it. Nature I very much trust but not religion in that same sense. So whatever, I had to go there anyway.   A strange walk as I passed the floor mirrors, peeking out. No people around, same as inside the passage. But even so, there was something building up in me each time I passed one of those light mirrors. I stopped half way to have a better look,

degree of opposite relief in that I just didn’t have to know. Nature is funny in this way and reverse, nature just made me smile.   There were no trees out there as far I was able to see, but never the less I could sense them.   In a way my freedom is having known and like always knowing trees as they are, we have met.   Humankind chop trees down, killing them if you like, but it’s the thought that counts, what’s in return? In my own I always return in thoughts to nature.

... one spot was left behind? Sort of, I could only be free where I was, but never further away?   It got even weirder and I felt a pressure starting to build in me. Whatever lingual and academic text definitions, none felt even close to provide an answer.   What if I’m trapped in this my body and only free if dead? And then, where is death and what is it..., what am I searching for?   Whatever, I could not let go of that ocean view and my freedom thoughts. However, it got to a

show in a kind of prearranged order in space and time. When done with our act there’s a next one ready to enter the scene.   Funny I thought, these flowers have so little time and limited space, but even if picked, eaten or stamped on, they somehow anyway have lived a full life.   I know there is this moment in life when we feel done and out, but if so happens, all good after comes as a bonus. Regardless of a short or shortened life, nature always like complete our acts.

... kind of understand this, our relationship between humans, nature and me. In all, the one I am is much hardwired to nature, same as us all and weeds, too.   There is a connection, all weeds and us humans wants to live and create ourselves a living and that day I felt it in full. I am the same as these flowers, and weeds are too, no contradictions. That day it all came down to our roots.   Under that soil surface which feeds us, we all are connected. Like one by one we pop up and

too, is part of dressing up our planet Earth like these plants and flowers are doing with this stone wall, making them all fit.   To me these thoughts are like scratching the surface and then, are there trolls in there, too?   During my traveling around, I have seen and run into magical cliffs before. There is a kind of energy leaking out which I can feel leaking from this wall, too. An energy very real to me, and I would like these trolls to leak it, a sort of enchanting reality, too.

... populate it, dressing it up. Perhaps that’s the hard reality of it, dressing up and like changing appearance? And why can’t this stone wall do it, like inspiring everyone and everything going on there looking their best? But further into that stone I’m not allowed to check this out.   Stones themselves doesn’t feed life, but they for sure carry life in very much the same way as the Earth’s surface do. I like to think that each step I take I’m carried. And then I wonder if I,

  As we sailed further into or out this Norwegian fjord, there was this connection like someone is taking charge. Nature of course, but there was something much more personal happening.   This power and energy I can’t deny. I could feel all those trolls coming closer and near, almost like examining me. And then, how to return such an honest welcome without a doubt?   Well I did. I welcomed them all Norwegian fjord trolls as a part of me, and as such I was invited.

... knew, I sort of had been there before. To a degree I knew what to expect, but never like this.   There are these moments in life when all we so far have believed in doesn’t quit matter anymore. Whatever people think of trolls, I think of them differently. They are much more nature than I am and this their welcoming, like always feels as one of a kind.   There’s adventure beyond that bend and into the light, and this time I perceived it literally, like all good senses at their peak.

  I cannot feel that everything is created for us human beings, all views in this picture are much more sophisticated than that.   I very much enjoyed the view same as the others onboard the ship, but at the same time I was like filled with something. Call it understanding if you like, but something not visible in this picture touched me. I felt it as a joyful moment which I was allowed to bring with me. And then, I of course trust fairytales when proven real as this one.

... see all that water, but that mountain fascinates me more.   Almost thousand meters high it’s breathtaking and like, what made it? Nature of course I am sure of, but I can feel that there is something else going on here.   Invited by the trolls as I was, I was sort of guided to watch and experience the energy behind.   Trolls may be fairy fantasies for some people, which is okay with me, but the energy creating all this is real, more real than any religion I know of anyway.

all belong to in the end?   It took its time to pass, but that impression got stuck and still is today. It’s a kind of searching for that something you haven’t got a clue of what?   But I do know today and it’s like I’ve always have known it. Like, family from birth is one thing, and that other obvious mental thing is who we are.   Now, how do I relate to that? Can I? True or not, that energy below that mountain top did happen, and it’s within me.

... maybe, but even more so a feeling. So along the fjord, like entering fairyland, I felt home.   And then I thought, is this me? Is this where I come from?   I of course couldn’t recognize the location in coordinates the scientifically way as I hadn’t been there before. But that place and spot was just too familiar to me to ignore.   Okay, am I a troll child or what was next up on my agenda? But then again, would I mind? In a way, where or to whom do we