Här i Stockholm är det en grå och dunkel dag med ihållande duggregn. Jag har nyss kommit hem efter en långpromenad på tre timmar. Jag och min “fredagshund” (jag är dagmatte på fredagar) har gått en mil längs med Mälarens strand. När det är riktigt gråväder sent i november kan jag bli ordentligt deppig och då tvingar jag ut mig, fast det tar emot. Att trotsa vädret och vara ute riktigt länge och få motion botar min nedstämdhet bättre än något annat.

She was a great Canadian painter and writer from Victoria, British Columbia, who lived in the 1800’s to mid 1900’s, and painted in the deep, primal forests, and also traveled alone to very remote regions and painted Native American life and totems along the West Coast of Canada. She wrote in a journal (that became the book I’m reading) about her life, the day to day experiences so beautifully expressed, and the deep and profound mystical and spiritual experiences she had in the forest when painting, and her passion to express the God force she knew as truth into her art. She had many ups and downs, many changes in her life, much to challenge her as a woman alone in the world. The tapestry of her life was revealed over the years, much like reading your inspiring story over the years. As a kindred artist/writer, I feel I am in the best of company! Blessings be, Jonna. <3