Sleeping on pills and some additional thoughts - thinking loudly…

from the Ballet Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov.

In the morning-news this morning they spoke about an increase in the use of sleeping drugs in young people (15 to 34 years). One of the experts, Sonja Wallbom (ordförande for RFHL, Riksförbundet för hjälp åt narkotika- och läkemedelsberoende, an association in Sweden for help for those suffering from narcotics and alcohol addictions) said that we ought to teach young people to handle their crisis instead of treating them with pills.

The networks with adults have got weaker or thinner, shown for instance in fewer grown ups in recreation centres, school health care, teachers have less time, as parents etc.

We have less time speaking with each other and then also as a consequence with children and young people.

Yesterday I also saw a program about meeting a new partner after divorce, where a psychologist thought that children are more tolerant than we believe when a parent has found a new partner… They are so used to getting contacts on the net easily themselves… And understand that parents can do too. And many children feel good seeing their parent being happy and smiling - again.

The speaker said something in this style in the beginning of the program:

“Thick, tired and ugly in the hair, desperate, disillusioned…”

And I have feelings I haven’t put in words yet on the differences between US and Sweden (the Scandinavian countries), let’s see if I manage doing this…

The Swedish society feels (now at least) more equal and as people have a fairly high material standard - in general. Maybe not so many who are tremendously rich here, but… So people don’t have had needs to use the system in really the same way as in the USA? But are we walking in that direction (forced or brainwashed by politicians and right-wing lobby-groups)?

Silently: But my trip to USA has been great, in all respects... I am so glad over it. And glad over all that happened.

Now a bike ride though. :-)

PS. Also see this photo-album (with ONLY four pictures, you don't believe me!).

So far away
So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know that you're just time away

Long ago I reached for you and there you stood
Holding you again could only do me good
How I wish I could, but you're so far away

One more song about movin' along the highway
Can't say much of anything that's new
If I could only work this life out my way
I'd rather spend it bein' close to you

But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
Doesn't help to know you're so far away

Travelin' around sure gets me down and lonely
Nothin' else to do but close my mind
I sure hope the road don't come to own me
But there's so many dreams I've yet to find

But you're so far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
And it doesn't help to know you're so far away

Corrina, Corrina
Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, where you been so long?
Corrina, Corrina, Gal, where you been so long?
I been worr'in' 'bout you, baby,
Baby, please come home.

I got a bird that whistles,
I got a bird that sings.
I got a bird that whistles,
I got a bird that sings.
But I ain' a-got Corrina,
Life don't mean a thing.

Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, you're on my mind.
Corrina, Corrina,
Gal, you're on my mind.
I'mma sittin down thinkin of you, baby,
I just can't keep from crying.

An excellent interpretation of "Money, money" (see the Swedish group ABBA) sung by Helen Sjöholm:

The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong baby
And you'll be sorry someday

The thrill is gone
It's gone away from me
The thrill is gone baby
The thrill is gone away from me
Although I'll still live on
But so lonely I'll be

The thrill is gone
It's gone away for good
Oh, the thrill is gone baby
Baby its gone away for good
Someday I know I'll be over it all baby
Just like I know a man should

You know I'm free, free now baby
I'm free from your spell
I'm free, free now
I'm free from your spell
And now that it's over
All I can do is wish you well

Mysterious midsummer...

“On their way home, girls and young women are supposed to pick seven different species of flowers and lay them under their pillows. At night, their future husbands appear to them in a dream.

Legend has it that the night before Midsummer’s Day is a magical time for love. It still is, in a way. During this night many a relationship is put to the test. Under the influence of alcohol, the truth will out, which can lead both to marriage and to divorce.”

Taken from here.

I midsommar tid
Du lindar av olvon en midsommarkrans
och hänger den om ditt hår.
Du skrattar åt mångubbens benvita glans,
som högt över tallen står.
I natt skall du dansa vid Svartrama tjärn
i långdans, i språngdans på glödande järn.
I natt är du bjuden av dimman till dans,
där Ull-Stina, Kull-Lina går.

Nu tager du månen från Blåbergets kam
att ge dig en glorias sken.
Och ynglet som avlas i gölarnas slam
blir fålar på flygande ben.
Nu far du till Mosslinda, Mosslunda mor,
där Ull-Stina, Kull-Lina, Gull-Fina bor.
I natt skall du somna vid Svartrama damm
där natten och mossan är len.

the video above is music I felt for linking in this posting.

Sarek is swedish musical group playing principally Folklore. Pictures from today here.

Midsommartid

En är klädd, det är sommarens skruv,
midsommarljusen, den vackraste brud.
Allt kan hända en natt som den här,
när älvorna dansar och mossan är skär.
Sakta sänker sig dimmorna ner,
och solen i fjärran syns inte mer.
Natten fylls utav klingande skratt,
och ljusen som speglas är kärdens svart.

Trollskog och väsen, säker sig natten.
Likt en älva dansar runt, sorlen och skratten.
Midsommarstången, trollska sången,
gör att jag vill va bara den som du vill ha.

Tid att älska, tid för att se,
det vackra en midsommarnatt har att ge.
Månen ska lysa på grönskande mark,
Och hjärtat ska ristas i tallens bark.

Trollskog och väsen, säker sig natten.
Likt en älva dansar runt, sorlen och skratten.
Midsommarstången, trollska sången,
gör att jag vill va bara den som du vill ha.

Det är slut, ska vi somna på mossen så len?
Där vilar vi mot varandra med stummande ben.

Trollskog och väsen, säker sig natten.
Likt en älva dansar runt, sorlen och skratten.
Midsommarstången, trollska sången,
gör att jag vill va bara den som du vill ha.
Trollskog och väsen, säker sig natten.
Likt en älva dansar runt, sorlen och skratten.
Midsommarstången, trollska sången,
gör att jag vill va bara den som du vill ha.

Na na na na na na na na na na na, nananan nananan.