out of nowhere

writing studio

2006-11-18T20:29:00.000-07:00

Hanne's roof top writing studio Talum, Mexico

"A love story in the third language" by Hanne Moeller

2006-11-18T20:13:00.000-07:00

A Love Story in the Third Language

"Is it a good time for me to do this journey, and is it safe?" I asked Adrian on the phone. For some time I had been heading out of my hermit cave. My husband had died 7 years earlier, and I had been working my way through the valley of death ever since. Now I felt there was something beckoning at the end of the tunnel. A different light, a new sound, more colors, a richer taste, new landscapes. I had a sabbatical from my work as a radio journalist in Denmark and I had plans. Traveling plans. But I was also a little afraid.
That is why I called Adrian Ross Duncan, a wise astrologer from Wales who lives mostly in Denmark. I told him that I was planning to go to New Mexico in the United States for a month. I wanted to see the landscapes of Georgia O'Keeffe around Santa Fe and do recordings for a radio program about O'Keeffe, her paintings, and why she chose to live in the high desert the second half of her life.
"Is it a good time to do this journey?" I asked Adrian, "and is it safe to go alone?" Adrian is a very laid back type of guy. He was quiet for some time. "Well", he answered after looking around at the signs from the universe, "you are not going to die". Good news! He said that everything looked fantastic for my journey. It would be a mind opening experience raising me to a new level of conscience, and that kind of journey would always be lonely in a way. "But you are going to meet someone", Adrian then said to me, even though I hadn't asked him that question. He wished me a good journey and we hung up.
And there I was - in Santa Fe, New Mexico. On my first day I was walking around the old square La Plaza in the heart of Santa Fe. I immediately fell in love with 'the city different'. Amazingly there were flowers and plants everywhere. I thought I had come to a desert town and it looked like a green house.
At a corner I saw two people sitting and talking at a small round cafe table under an arcade. What a wonderful place to meet, I thought. If I knew anyone in Santa Fe I would love to sit under that arcade and talk.
For several weeks I then traveled through O’Keeffe country and now I was back in Santa Fe. It was my last day before flying back to Denmark. I was making my final round saying goodbye to my favorite places.
My parking meter was running out and I thought I was heading straight for my rental car. But then I came by a small gallery at the corner of the Plaza where I saw some special, very personal jewelry. Suddenly I remembered my unfinished business with the snake. I had been looking for snake earrings at several places, but they were all too big. When you produce radio with head phones all day, you don’t want a big snake rattling in your ear.
I went into the gallery looking for this old symbol of transformation. A man came up to me, and with great power he started asking me where I came from and what I was doing in Santa Fe.
“Let’s go and have an ice tea”’ he said as a matter of fact. Not a question really. Much to my surprise I heard myself answering yes.
He said we could sit at that small round table with the two chairs under the arcade - the very same corner I had spotted on my first day in Santa Fe. Life is magic.
Besides being a jeweler Ross turned out to be a shamanic healer, a painter and photographer. Presently he was working on a book with animal paintings called “Alphabetish”.
I told him I was a presenter on a literature program called “Alfabet”!
His father’s family was from Wales. I immediately thought of Adrian, the astrologer from Wales, whose middle name is Ross and who several times told me: “You are going to meet someone”.
“Give me a hug” Ross said when we parted. I got the best hug ever in return. Like coming home. He immediately found a spot near my waist that made me laugh because I am rather ticklish. Like he had an instinctive knowledge of my body, possibly from a meeting in an earlier life.
When I left, I sent him an aerial kiss and said: “Maybe we will meet again”. That came out of the blue. Sometimes 45 minutes just pass by. A few times in your life they can be loaded with meaning and future.
The language of synchronicity - ‘the third language’ Ross called it - just kept evolving around our meeting. The language of manifesting as opposed to calculating, the language of the dream time as opposed to the time of the clock, following the path of the soul more than walking in the middle of the road already there.
Ross and I became transatlantic lovers. There is no receipt for this kind of living. You have to invent it. But as the old Chinese saying goes: The road will come into existence, as you walk.
Hanne Moeller
http://transatlanticjournalism.com/

Violin

2006-07-12T11:04:00.000-06:00

What a surprise- I was treated to a beautiful violin concert before dinner the other evening.

the violin and flying rosin

2006-07-12T10:59:00.000-06:00

the violin and flying rosin
Originally uploaded by hialoakapua.

shamanic teachers and practitioners

2006-04-20T18:21:00.000-06:00

http://www.shamanicteachers.com/

Beach boy

2006-02-03T10:46:00.000-07:00

Sunset at the beach in San Francisco just north of Sayulita. The little boy was enjoying himself, rolling around naked in the sand, but finally his dad got him into a pair of pants. And no - the round thing in the air is not a UFO, it is a frisbee.

2006-02-03T10:44:00.000-07:00

Shrimp rule. Water color by Ross

2006-01-26T15:13:00.000-07:00

Every day the fish vendors drive through Sayulita in their dusty vans, selling fresh shrimps. You hear their speakers from a distance with ads and jingles. Lara’s little booth at the bridge is our favorite. Shrimps at the size of small lobsters, just out of the ocean. Ross put them on a frying pan with some garlic, then he added his home made salsa and some rice, and we had one of our most tasty meals ever. King Camaron of Sayulita.

2006-01-26T15:12:00.000-07:00

2006-01-25T16:13:00.000-07:00

Garrobo

2006-01-25T14:09:00.000-07:00

Directly in front of us a huge iguana was crossing the highway. Slowly, with great dignity it came crawling like an alligator right in front of my eyes. It had golden colors and a striped tail. At its back a lot of spikes stood up. The tail was as long as the body, and the iguana from head to tail must have been at least the size of a full grown man. A beauty. It had the presence and the aura of an omen.
In this area there are green iguanas and black iguanas. The black iguanas are the smallest ones. The green iguanas can in fact have many different colors, like the golden iguana we just saw.
'Garrobo', Angeles said when I told her about the huge golden iguana walking across the highway. The Mexicans call the big ones garrobos, and the smaller ones iguanas. She also liked them a lot, she said. They seem to be a kind of Mexican mascot, having travel companies, cafes and hotels carrying their name.

Garrobos looking down at the Sayulita Bay

2006-01-25T14:07:00.001-07:00

El Oasis

2006-01-25T14:05:00.000-07:00

A couple of days ago Ross and I went to the restaurant El Oasis for lunch. The place had been recommended to us by Dale, an American who is building houses and a life in Mexico where he can surf, play the guitar and be out of Bush-America.
The food at the Oasis was excellent. Shrimp ceviche, guacamole, salsa, tortillas with brown beans and the most delicious huachinango, the popular local fish reminding of a red snapper. Fried in olive oil with garlic and tasting heavenly. Mexican kitchen at its best. So - look to the left when you are driving on the new highway out of Sayulita towards Punta de Mita. There is no town or anything around, just some tables under a palm tree roof, a hammock, a guitar, a sombrero and the wooden tool the owner’s mother used for making tortillas. Behind a modest sign saying El Oasis you will find a gourmet oasis.

2006-01-25T14:01:00.000-07:00

La palapa

2006-01-20T14:35:00.000-07:00

La palapa, the top terrasse, is the most beautiful office I ever had. I write every morning, overlooking the Pacific and the Sayulita Bay, listening to the surf.

2006-01-20T14:30:00.000-07:00

Sayulita fish taco

2006-01-20T14:28:00.000-07:00

The small Fish Taco place at the Plaza in Sayulita has delicious tacos, guacamole, shrimp empanadas and other dishes. Just go and sit down, and you will get great tortilla chips and salsa before you order your meal. If you are lucky you can see them dancing in the kitchen while they cook. Food made with joy and served directly at the tables on the street. Surfer magazines are available to read while you are there. Here you see the staff and Miguel. You might ask him to take you out surfing, he speaks very good English, just for the record. Miguel, hope you get your little bungalow down by the coast!

2006-01-20T14:22:00.000-07:00

Beach rock

2006-01-19T15:23:00.000-07:00

Nature is the great sculptor here.

2006-01-19T15:20:00.000-07:00

La Pechuga

2006-01-19T15:09:00.000-07:00

Our favorite rotisserie just down the road. A small family business that make the best chicken I have tasted for a long time. With salsa, rice, tortillas and some potatoes in a small bag to go with it. Give it a try - you won’t regret it. Rosticeria La Pechuga at Av. Revolucion 6B. Here a chicken is still a chicken - and not a bad piece of industrial mass production.

2006-01-19T15:05:00.001-07:00

Beach ceremony

2006-01-17T21:54:00.000-07:00

A Canadian couple got married at La Playa de los Muertos by the Mexican ceremonialist Mario. He had built this palm tree arch as a temple in the sand, with an altar and flowers in many colors. A barefeet wedding in beauty. After the ceremony the whole palm tree temple was disassembled, except for some yellow flowers placed in the sand.

2006-01-17T21:53:00.000-07:00

Surfers

2006-01-17T15:58:00.000-07:00

2006-01-17T15:32:00.000-07:00

Full moon

2006-01-16T14:43:00.000-07:00

Sayulita by night at the full moon. With a sight like this just outside your bedroom window and the sound of the surf as the soundtrack - what more can you wish for?

2006-01-16T14:42:00.000-07:00

Huichol people

2006-01-16T14:40:00.000-07:00

Here you see the jeweler who made my new iguana ear rings. Or maybe it was her son, he was also working with beads and silver in her little Sayulita store - I think he was around 10 years old. They belong to the Huichol people. Very little is known about the exact origin of the Huichol, but we do know that they call themselves 'Wirrarika' which can be translated to mean prophets or healers.

2006-01-16T14:37:00.000-07:00

Iguana painting

2006-01-16T14:36:00.000-07:00

After our trip to the iguana beach of San Francisco Ross did this water color. Watching the leisure life of the iguanas is very inspiring...

2006-01-16T14:31:00.000-07:00

Beach Iguana

2006-01-16T14:29:00.000-07:00

In San Francisco just a few miles North of Sayulita the iguanas are hanging out at the beach in the midday sun.

2006-01-16T14:28:00.000-07:00

The path to La playa de los muertos

2006-01-14T18:29:00.000-07:00

The pelicans were diving for food while Ross and I had shrimp fajitas for lunch at this beautiful bay close to La Playa de los Muertos - the little beach just outside the cemetary of Sayulita. A peaceful place.The dead are nice neighbours and I can highly recommend their beach.

2006-01-14T18:28:00.000-07:00

2006-01-12T18:55:00.000-07:00

Blackbird convention

2006-01-12T13:48:00.000-07:00

The blackbirds held a big convention at our house the other day. I don’t know exactly what they were discussing. But it was very loud.

Room mate

2006-01-12T13:41:00.000-07:00

The big spider at our casa has woven a huge web, carefully attached to the roof, the big palm tree and some bushes. It has a whole storage of prey lined up for the next meals. A very organized and artistic way of structuring life. But I must say I am glad it prefers to stay outside. Not my favorite room mate.

2006-01-12T13:39:00.000-07:00

Angeles

2006-01-11T11:53:00.000-07:00

Angeles is cleaning our casa Serenita every day, except on Sundays. She is 28 years old and a master of cleaning as well as communication. Even though my Spanish is quite rudimentary we manage to talk about many subjects, including how to work the very complicated coffee machine of the house that I need to make my cafe latte every morning. When I show her some of the photos Ross has taken, she looks like a piece of magic is happening right before her eyes. She says the names of everything in the picture out loud and thus my Spanish vocabulary is growing little by little.
Yesterday on our way down to town we said hello to a Mexican girl, maybe 10 years old. Her name was Johanna she said, and we laughed because it is almost the same as my name Hanne. And actually I got my name from my grandmother Johanne who was also my godmother. So suddenly I envisioned my beloved grandmother, the Danish farming woman, reincarnated in a girl with dark skin, brown eyes and a little white skirt on the road to Sayulita. Then Johanna started talking to us real fast in Spanish. She asked us if she could clean our casita, we gradually understood. We had to say thank you, but no, it is Angeles who has the job.

2006-01-11T11:42:00.000-07:00

Sayulita sunset

2006-01-11T11:41:00.000-07:00

Sayulita sunset - water color by Ross

2006-01-11T11:31:00.000-07:00

Man-o'-war

2006-01-11T11:29:00.000-07:00

The frigate bird is sailing way up there above the bay. The predatory tropical seabird with dark plumage, long narrow wings, a deeply forked tail, and a long hooked bill is also called man-o'-war bird. The armed sailing ship of the blue sky - although it looks like this one has borrowed a pair of surfer pants to cruise the Sayulita beach.

2006-01-11T11:24:00.000-07:00

La Terrazola

2006-01-10T12:57:00.000-07:00

La Terrazola right at the beach front is the place to go, when you need something to eat and drink after a long day at the beach. The surf here is so powerful that you are better off with a surf board than bathing. I got sand everywhere when I tried to walk out in the ocean. The surf simply knocked me down to the ground.

2006-01-10T12:56:00.000-07:00

House gecko

2006-01-10T12:51:00.000-07:00

Our house gecko, caught in this water color by Ross. In Hawaii a gecko in the house means good luck, but here the Mexicans say it doesn't mean anything, it is just there. I go for the Hawaiian interpretation anytime. The gecko comes to our casa in the evening and says hello.

2006-01-10T12:48:00.000-07:00

Punta de Mita

2006-01-10T12:44:00.000-07:00

At the beach of Punta de Mita the fishing boats go out and the waves come rolling in like they have always done. But at land new houses and hotels are shooting up in the air. Concrete is at work here. And the new road they are building will allow busses and cars to pass. Change is coming to town.

2006-01-10T12:42:00.000-07:00

The cock next door

2006-01-10T11:59:00.000-07:00

The cock next door does a good job in the morning. And also during the day. He has a buddy somewhere in the valley, and they seem to get each other going. But actually I thought cocks were supposed to cock-a-doodle-do only in the early morning? Anyway...nice to have a cock in your life when you left your alarm clock behind you.

2006-01-10T11:56:00.000-07:00

Outdoor shower

2006-01-08T13:06:00.000-07:00

Our outdoor shower changes an every day routine into a poetic experience.

2006-01-08T13:02:00.000-07:00

Broom truck

2006-01-08T12:43:00.000-07:00

Ross immediately fell in love with this colorful truck driving through town on its shining wheels, carrying all kinds of broom sticks, baskets, hangers, kitchen tools, mugs, mats and some stuff I wouldn't even know how to use. All you need - and a little more.

2006-01-08T12:39:00.000-07:00

Tools

2006-01-08T12:38:00.000-07:00

Ross's sketch book, his watercolors, his digital camera - my notebook that I bring with me where ever I go to take notes by hand every day, my digital Mac G4 Notebook, plus my tape recorder and microphone..... these are the tools for capturing this odyssey. Here some of our tools are captured in this water color by Ross.

2006-01-08T12:37:00.000-07:00

Ready for Mexico

2006-01-06T11:33:00.000-07:00

After some talks on the iChat Ross came to the conclusion that I wanted to bring half of my apartment in Copenhagen with me to Mexico...so Ross's watercolor shows how he imagines me at the airport. I did manage with one suitcase and one hand luggage, though....

Luggage

2006-01-06T11:19:00.000-07:00

Sayulita - Colina de la Iguana

2006-01-04T11:31:00.001-07:00

The beach is alive....the surf, the fires, the drums, the sea food restaurants, people talking while the night is coming. This is the dream time, not the time of the clock. Here it is called manana.
Stranden er levende - brændingen, bålene, trommerne, de små fiskerestauranter, folk der taler sammen, mens natten falder på. Vi er i drømmetiden, ikke i urets tid. Her hedder det manana.

Hanne

2006-01-04T11:21:00.000-07:00

2005-12-25T12:24:00.000-07:00

Ross and Marvin making hearts

2005-12-25T11:20:00.000-07:00

Making art together in Illinois, New Mexico, and California.

Transatlantic Hawk

2005-12-17T06:07:00.000-07:00

This hawk can make it across the Atlantic in the wink of an eye. He is a guide into non-ordinary reality and the healing world of the shaman.

Monotype Print

Watercolor Painting

2005-12-15T20:14:00.000-07:00

PAINTINGS
ALPHABESTIARY

I HAVE BEEN PAINTING FOR 30 YEARS. I HAVE TAKEN MY PAINTS AND PAPER WITH ME ON MY EXTENSIVE JOURNEYS THROUGH OUT THE WORLD. MY SUBJECTS HAVE BEEN INDIGENOUS PEOPLE, SACRED SITES, AND WILDLIFE. MY ANIMAL PAINTINGS SPAN FROM MAGICAL CREATURES, WOOLY MAMONTHS, LAGOON BATS IN THE JUNGLE OF PERU, IGUANAS IN THE GALAPAGOS, LIONS AND GORILLAS IN AFRICA, DOLPHINS IN THE CARRIBEAN, TO TROUT FROM FLY FISHING IN NOTHERN NEW MEXICO. MY SPECIAL ANIMAL PAINTINGS HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE RIGHT MOMENT TO SURFACE AND BE ENJOYED BY ADULTS AND CHILDREN ALIKE.
THIS FIRST W/C IS THIS FRIENDLY OWL WHO VISITED MY HOGAN FOR SEVERAL WEEKS EARLY EVERY MORNING LOOKING FOR ONE OF THE MANY RABBITS THAT KEEP RESIDENCE HERE.

The First Rune UR by Hanne

2005-12-13T22:09:00.000-07:00

The Rune Book

2005-12-13T21:35:00.000-07:00

The first Rune UR .
The audio for the first Rune is read by Hanne of Denmark.
I will be posting each of the 24 Runes.
Enjoy.

Rumi

2005-12-13T21:27:00.000-07:00

I give you a little Rumi.

2005-12-13T21:21:00.000-07:00

2005-12-12T19:28:00.000-07:00

1st night with a blog

2005-12-12T19:22:00.000-07:00

Aloha!