Advice from my grandmother.

Empty. White. Pages.

Write, write, you beautiful life.

Write, write, whatever you please.

I offer myself.

For the heavy, the happy,

Except for the empty, white, pages.

Karen Jensen, My Journey. Translated from Danish by Birgit & Lissi (the aunts).


What is joy?

There are stubbles and rocks on our road.

There is hardship for you and for me.

But what is joy?

If you never know how to cry.

Kristian Estergaard, excerpt from My Journey, Karen Jensen.

A Danish Blessing

Min fodstvan er lyngens brune land,
Min barndoms soi har smilt paa morken hede,
Min spaede fod har trudt det gule sand,
Blandt sort hoje bor min ungdoms glaede.
—In deep gratitude.

Steensens , excerpt from My Journey, Karen Jensen.


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