That was the headline for the example post that came with the blog template I chose. The post indeed was about stones, precious ones. I am certainly easily fascinated by beautiful stones, but I would never have written such a post.
That’s not to say I don’t have gems to write about, because I do. Gems of the most precious kind nature can produce; children.

Three children the Nornes wove into the thread of my life. Three lives that give my ancestors the opportunity to live on for another generation. Actually even two generations, in the form of my eldest son’s two sons.

My grandmother and grandfather only had one child, a daughter. My mother. My mother and father in turn only had one child, a daughter. I.
The previously child-rich family line thinned out and there were just me left.

Early on I felt a kind of responsibility to reverse that trend. No onerous responsibility, don’t interpret it that way. No one ever told me that the survival of the family rested on my shoulders, yet I knew it. Early. I knew that one of my most important tasks in life would be to carry children in my womb for a few years, and then in my heart for the rest of my life.

I am of course more than just a mother, much more, but nothing can really be compared to that. Putting children on this earth is actually about the survival of our species, the extremely important thing about us reproducing.

No, this blog will not contain post after post about children and parenting. Such posts will probably be in the minority. But the first post became a post about children, sprung from the heading ”Precious stones, Gems”.

This very fact will likely color my posts, the fact that I write exactly what’s on my mind in the moment.

I will probably write about old times, about ancestors and history. Probably about Norse Paganism and the old Scandinavian Gods, about nature and people, and woodcarvings and musings. And if I’m lucky, someone, someday, will find what I write worth reading.

Lilies of peace to you all!

Hell.