{"id":37070,"date":"2025-10-17T20:42:55","date_gmt":"2025-10-17T18:42:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kontemplation.dk\/?p=37070"},"modified":"2026-09-22T20:19:53","modified_gmt":"2026-09-22T18:19:53","slug":"er-jeg-en-glaskugle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/en\/er-jeg-en-glaskugle\/","title":{"rendered":"Am I a crystal ball?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-37149\" src=\"https:\/\/kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Line-Fjord.jpg\" alt=\"Line Fjord profilbillede\" width=\"960\" height=\"1280\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Line-Fjord.jpg 960w, https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Line-Fjord-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/www.kontemplation.dk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/09\/Line-Fjord-768x1024.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>A box of glass marbles, a kaleidoscope. Can it really be that my expressions, sides and energies change endlessly? Am I loving, open, boundless, exhausted, empathetic, angry, receptive and belligerent?<\/p>\n<p>\nAs I try to keep practicing, I discover time and time again that everything goes in waves. At least inside.<\/p>\n<p>I&#039;m the one who says &quot;yes, of course, I&#039;ll do that&quot;\u201d<br \/>\nI am the loving mother who brings tea to my coughing child.<br \/>\nI am an open person who invites an Italian child in for five months.<\/p>\n<p>I&#039;m the one who only cautiously suggests helping the neighbor this week.<br \/>\nI am the mother who boils the water without putting the tea bag in.<br \/>\nI am an open person who is silent from exhaustion.<\/p>\n<p>\nI&#039;m the one who, out of the blue, yells: &quot;NO!&quot;\u201d<br \/>\nI&#039;m the mom yelling up the stairs because the kid hasn&#039;t cleaned up after himself.<br \/>\nI am an open person who stops talking because I need alone time.<\/p>\n<p>\nI&#039;m the one who asks if the neighbor wants to go for a walk.<br \/>\nI am the empathetic mother who buys juice for breakfast, even on a weekday.<br \/>\nI am an open person who listens even when it is quiet.<\/p>\n<p>I&#039;m the one who attacks before you even say anything.<br \/>\nI&#039;m the mother who scolds just because it&#039;s morning.<br \/>\nI am an open person who is a spiteful, fire-breathing dragon.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>And I am completely, completely quiet.<\/p>\n<p>\nThe polarities surge within me \u2013 I can kill, I can give birth to a child. I am generous, I am greedy, I am accommodating, I am aggressive. I am all colors.<\/p>\n<p>But most of the time no one sees it. I breathe deeply, I am kind, ordinary, calm in my inhale. Even calmer in my exhale. Neutral in my being.<br \/>\nIn my reflective gaze, I look inward into my consciousness, see the colors, the facets, the edges and the contradictions.<\/p>\n<p>Calmly I sit on my pillow. Calmly I walk in the world. At least that&#039;s my intention. It&#039;s going well. Really well. For a really long time at a time.<br \/>\nUntil then <em>crashes,<\/em> and I discover that sometimes I&#039;m still a complete beginner.<br \/>\nAnd I ask myself: <em>Are you a crystal ball?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A box of glass marbles, a kaleidoscope. Is it really possible that my expressions, sides and energies change endlessly? 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