a non-binary redhead with sidecut and tattoos performing at a stage

Welcome

There are some who call me… Tim? Pronouns they/them. Former astrophysicist, current poet and storyteller, perpetual weirdo.

I intend to follow Mary Oliver’s Instructions for living a life:
1. Pay attention.
2. Be astonished.
3. Tell about it.

You are invited to follow along on my poetic life journey. This web page is mostly a blog where I irregularly share my poetry, recaps of adventures and general musings. For the most part I write in English, but occasional Swedish may occur. It’s been alive for 16 years and counting, although (like me) it has gone through some shape-shifting along the way.

For the latest posts, scroll down on this page. If you’re looking for a specific topic or post, you can find a search box and a tag cloud in the sidebar on this page.

If you’re curious about other pieces of art or science I’ve scattered across the internet, do take a look at my list of creations.

I also offer shamanic sessions. More info about my shamanic work here (in Swedish).

Well met, until our paths cross in Cyberspace or Meatspace. (Meatspace is my favourite, really. Hope to smell and touch you at some point.)

  • Yoga and skeletons

    Damn it. I have officially failed in the continuity of my blogging. For the past twelve years I have managed to post at least once a month, until now. Oh well, life goes on. Not like anyone other than me had noticed it, in any case.  October was a pretty…

  • Autumn equinox musings

    I step out into the mist. A golden haze in the first rays of sunshine. The grass is cool between my toes. I breathe in the sweetness of decaying herbs, and my heart expands in gratitude. Welcome, autumn. I’m excited about the gifts you’re bringing. I learned something recently about…

  • A story about the end of the world

    Once upon a time, there was the Creator. The Creator loved to create, and the Creator made People. And the Creator loved the People. The Creator wanted People to experience the joy of creation, and gave them creativity. The People created Art. And the People loved Art. They created all…

  • I walked into the woods

    I walked into the woods to look for peace To rid myself of thoughts ceaselessly churning I hoped to find salvation in the trees To still the pain that in my soul was burning I walked into the woods and found despair When looking from a cliff-top at the view…

  • Once upon a solstice

    Summer solstice has just rolled around. The Sun doesn’t actually halt at the highest point of its orbit, but nonetheless our human symbol-oriented brains cannot help attaching significance to the event. And why not? Might as well take the opportunity to look down at the orbits of our lives and…

  • Gender trouble

    “A phantasm, a threat rewriting history” so say the ones who haven’t read the books Can gender be constructed as a mystery refusing to be solved only through looks? Identity presumes there is a you are you prepared to change your view of me? I’m they, my pronoun is a…

  • Facts about my brain

    Five things I’ve figured out about how my brain works: It processes instructions disturbingly literally. Example: my partner phoned me from the post office, asking if they had forgotten their wallet at home. I checked, and yes, it was. They asked me to come to the post office, and I…

  • Redemption for a worrying mind

    Spring equinox is just around the corner. As usual, I don’t feel ready. For the light, for the heat. For the expectations. Still, there is something stirring within me. My feet are yearning to tread the paths of forest and field. My lungs don’t agree, seeing as they’ve spent the past…

  • Choosing to thrive

    Coming in for landing, at last. New home, nest, lair. New base of operations. Smaller, fewer people. Even more family-like. Priority was given to easy logistics around getting kids to school and ourselves to work, and proximity to forest. Reasonable heating costs. I’ve really grown up, haven’t I? I’m not…

  • Don’t hesitate

    If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. And much can never be redeemed. Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this is…