Our Oaken Bones from the wild leeks in

from the wild leeks in the field to the deer in the woods

Det er en bok der leseren inviteres til å reflektere over seg selv og vår kultur

og almindelige rutiner ikke slår til

“Hvide nætter og Et svagt hjerte giver et fint indblik i den unge Dostojevskijs forfatterskab

I omverdenens øjne er han en taber

Our Oaken Bones from the wild leeks inI lie on the rock to let my limbs dry after my immersion in the river. My bones warm. I have no towel but the moss is grateful for the additional moisture that I bring as the water runs off me and into its spongy web of roots and branches. I look up through the canopy and time freezes as the oak leaves drift gently backwards and forwards, dappling the light as it falls onto my body. I am home. Reeling from the pain of devastating miscarriages and