First days of maternity leave

October 9th 2020
Our livingroom, Midsommarkransen
Listening to
Cannons, Youth Lagoon
It hasn't been easy for me to start this journal. In times when everything is so immediate, when images are shared and then forgotten, it made sense for me to consider returning to something that once gave me great joy: blogging. During my pregnancy I've noticed how I have had a great need to go inwards and self-reflect. I bought a few notebooks, crystals, essential oils. Because I want to experience and be present in this moment of my life as much as possible. To be able to remember it and relive it in the future. 

I started this project more than two years ago. I've been working on and off on it since then, sometimes really doubting if I would actually publish it someday. But it did not really matter all that much. Even if only for myself, it has fulfilled its purpose already: to be a space for me to be creative.

During these twelve months of maternity leave I hope I can find the time to sit with myself and write here, take photographs, press flowers, and capture here the first year of my daughter, who won't be inside of my belly for much longer. Here's to my first days of maternity leave.


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