I didn’t know a person could die twice. Once in the body. And once in the people they leave behind.

You died. Suddenly, stupidly, in a way that still doesn’t feel real, but the second death was mine. Not fatal, just internal. A collapse so quiet that the world didn’t flinch. Buildings stayed upright. Trains came on time. People kept ordering their coffees with oat milk and too much certainty. Meanwhile, I was trying to learn how to breathe inside a life that no longer recognized its own shape....

Dear Creative Souls,

It’s 2 AM. I should be asleep, but instead, I’m scribbling ideas in the dark, trying not to wake the house. One project leads to another. An unfinished poem turns into a film concept, a painting morphs into a book. My mind is a carousel that never stops turning. Sound familiar?

The life of a multicreative is exhilarating and exhausting all at once. The thrill of new ideas fuels us, but so does the endless cycle of inspiration and unfinished projects. Some days, it feels...

You may have thought my voyage into the wild, mysterious, linguistic landscape of Trøndelag was finsihed? That I had collected the last odd expression and documented the final...

You may have thought my voyage into the wild, mysterious, linguistic landscape of Trøndelag was finsihed? That I had collected the last odd expression and documented the final "Hæh", and neatly bottled the essense of Trøndersk philosophy for eternity. Sorry...

Think again!

After The Trønders came out, something rather wonderful happened. The Trønders themselves started writing to me. With more words, more expressions and more stories. "Du glømt jo han"....."Å ka med ho da?"

Apparently I managed...

Ideen til dette kurset har vokst frem gjennom egne erfaringer, faglig praksis og mange år med dyp lytting. Jeg har bodd i flere land og jobbet tett med mennesker som har flyttet mellom kulturer og må finne fotfeste i nye systemer og samfunn. Som tolk har jeg lært å lytte ikke bare etter språk, men etter mening, etter identitet, tilhørighet og det som ofte forblir usagt.

Parallelt med dette har jeg utviklet prosjekter og undervist i kurs innen psykisk helse, samt kunst- og designbaserte...

I am a self-proclaimed linguist.

By which I mean. No one officially proclaimed me anything, and linguistics itself may wish to file a formal complaint.

I did, at one point, very seriously consider continuing my studies with a Master’s degree in linguistics. I imagined myself surrounded by heavy books on syntax, nodding thoughtfully at sentences like “Well, of course the morphosyntactic alignment…” and feeling intellectually superior at dinner parties. The dream was alive. Briefly.

Then the...