I’m a Lavender/indigo aura colour personality. My favourite thing to cook is either pasta salads or home made pizza. I enjoy together with cider.
The home made pizza has a lot of lactose-free cheese on it and it’s lovely, that feels extra good because it’s made with care. The pasta salads are both tasty and health food, and it’s most often easier and more affordable than fast food in the long run. Plus lasagne, it’s great especially with lactose-free options. Something great for Sámi origins person like me with sensitivity to lactose.
But I also love brew different kinds of tea/herbal tea, including oolong and lavender tea. Sometimes I combine Pukka Three Ginger and London fruit&herb Strawberry Vanilla in one tasty sip of heat and care.
So those are my favourite things to prepare myself.
Warning; very off-topic, with details and some opinions
For some reason I’m in a dark mood in the bright February morning light of day.
Yes, my father bought me my first laptop. It was in white colour. I was playing Sims games on it, I did family research any time of day or night, or in Midnight sun season. It was my own personal world, my PC friend of the late 2000s youth experience in a kind of medium-large size Northern Norwegian town.
It was the best gift I had gotten from him, yet he didn’t listen when I tried to hear him.
I see you, that little boy in the cold world, they were not kind to you at all, so wicked names and very cruel games, the racist violence, injustice, dyslexia and turning to the drinks and the other intoxicated states medication, and the dark side I understand all too well, but I see you, I see right through to you and I wish you could see me too
There is this situation here of who is Norwegian and not, I grew up with non-European refugee best friends around that helped me feel like I belong. Someone cared. This was in the 2000s.
In the 1970s? Not so. These evil youths did every possible cruel things to him, because he wasn’t like them. They chased him, they beat him, they lied about him to teachers and school didn’t hear him at all. I don’t care at all it’s over 50 years ago, he was a little innocent boy doing no harm, no wrong. He could draw with both hands. He rescued kittens and he was deeply curious about the world. A true Pisces, creative even through everything. It was wrong what happened to him. No one ever deserves a peed-in gym bag. Especially not a seven year old boy. Full stop.
And you know what? It wasn’t him who told me this, because they broke him. He found relief in the form of beverages and couldn’t be my father I needed then. They broke me too, even though I wasn’t there to protect him. Faen altså, det er et mørkt kapittel her i nord for kun 50 år siden. And then in 2009 I knew what the xenophobia really was like, completely by surprise someone used that word toward me directly. I struggled to believe it first, then it landed where it had to.
Did I mention I’m in a dark mood?
But now we have the situation that we have to prove our identity with different criteria that are not clear and not ethical from the perspective of most of us. I’m not only Norwegian and I’m not Sámi enough for the identity police. And as I say often I’m a proud Kven.
My roots go back many centuries in far-Northern Finland, traced to 1600s. I know a little bit of Finnish and Northern Sámi language because I love learning languages especially the ones my ancestors knew as home talk since time began.
Rambling today, but the day is still young. Things change, life is wonderful in a literal sense. Not pure good as in nothing is wrong, but fascinating and worth the time here.
Just one more, I said Walking up hills Uphill battle, ancestors struggle Heavy backpack, full of wonder Strength and determination Gets me through
Sometimes I write things. A couple of times it maybe makes sense. Sometimes it’s hard. Always it’s real.
Thank you for visiting, fellow terrestrial beings of this age ❤
What’s the thing you’re most scared to do? What would it take to get you to do it?
Right, so this is what I’m scared of.
Meeting my old classmates as my life is right now, I would feel terrified if it was tomorrow and we all had to come together. And yet I’m kind of curious about it, too. Who are they now? Are they really adults like me?
I don’t have work or children so I’m kind of different from many others at my age. But we all grow in some ways and that’s legitimate always.
Why am I afraid? Well, they didn’t treat me nice. I was very outsider and also my teacher hated me for being not like his favourites. I never ever want to meet him again. But if I could meet the others without him, maybe I would.
If I was to do it I would have to take a couple of oxazepam (Sobril) and bring someone I very deeply trust with me to the gathering of former teenagers who moved on.
Yes, that’s what came to mind and it’s not impossible some day. But do I want to? Honestly, not yet.
I do complain. I just have to admit. My main complaints are how I appear to others and how I see myself in comparison to someone else. I want different size label or appearance, like wanting my old measurements from age 18 even in early 30s now. It’s about less other people and more how I see myself.
One thing I rarelycomplain about is the weather. I cannot afford to complain about the weather because it changes a lot from day to day here, along with the light cycles of far Northern location in Finnmark.
So that’s some about me, I sometimes complain about myself. Maybe even quite often.
My favourite sports, yes. It’s definitively biathlon and cross-country skiing.
It’s interesting to watch, how they solve the challenges of snow and endurance, skills and the other skiiers. It’s literally cultural as well, pride in our Northern roots and community activities around watching winter sports.
I don’t ski in everyday life but I have done so in childhood years very occationally in school settings of the early 2000s or in Easter holiday by our family cottage in snow-covered mountains of Finnmark county. I run some short distances in everyday and sometimes I play ball games by the lovely beaches in our town.
Otherwise I also like to watch on television some summer sports like for example beach volleyball and professional swimming.
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
My first name that’s the most uncommon of all three. Yes, I’m a true Torunn. There are currently around 4000 women in Norway named Torunn.
The name is from Norse and it means something similar to ‘loved by Thor’; the major Norse mythology god of thunder. He is also the god of strenght, storms and protection. I have a close relative named ‘Tor/Thor’ and that’s part of why I chose it in particular. And I’m not afraid of thunderstorms or avoiding carrying a heavy backpack up some steep hills. Ten kilos, easily.
In comparison the third name at 5000 and as second name far many more, several thousands. And to mention last my name Ingvild I mention before at around 6400 women in year 2026.
Off-topic; I’m so happy we have sunlight again, the polar nights over for this winter season. I’m also very Norwegian in ethnicity estimates and it makes sense, especially Northern regions and Agder plus Rogaland counties in the Southern parts of Norway.
As I have sometimes said before I have an autism spectrum condition and also non-verbal learning disorder (NVLD) so to me that feels like it means something beyond what’s obvious outside.
I didn’t like my old name when I was a child so I decided last year to change names. It has been interesting how my family try really hard to remember my name and say it to each other in everyday conversations. I’m so thankful for this, that I actually could choose a different name when that felt good and would help me evolve further.
My official name day is 23 of February. I’m a child of the summer season. Not telling exactly the day I was born, but it’s in our summer season.
So that’s some more about my names, and about me overall. Thank you for visiting ❤
Well, it does depend a lot on the amount I would win. But I would get the most important house renovation done and bank loans paid back. And I would give to my family because they need it just as much as anyone else, including me.
If you don’t know me yet I’m a Norwegian and my Norwenglish is good, that’s the only honest English I know to write.
And I would make certain that it wasn’t wasted. The house work is necessary and very expensive. I would get a real Kvænangen/Loppa gákti made that I could wear on 6th of February with great pride.
So I would also do many of the same things and I would do more things I don’t have true free time for in this phase of life. I want to travel a bit, especially in Finland and Scandinavian countries like my own Norway. I love family research and visiting old places where my ancestors called home.
I got a book as a Christmas present this Christmas Eve and I’m really looking forward to reading it. It’s about Sámi people in Finnmark from many centuries ago, they have translated it from original form in Danish. I love reading about history especially related to my ancestors environment and ethnic background.
Otherwise I enjoy to read different kinds of books like for example astrology and mental health writing from first hand experiences written for others to read. There is something special to every book, and it’s there we get diversity of impressions.
Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
Yes, it’s truly special place in our municipalities, 1149 meters tall. I love mountains and it’s our tallest here in this part, the largest town here. It has Northern Lights history as a point science used to study nature and predict the weather.
I’m going there some day in my life, it’s exercise definitively and walking through the profoundly important history as well. It was about testing if the Northern Lights could help predict weather. I believe this was in early 1900s Norway. And did I say before I love mountains?
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
My name is Ingvild and I live in far-Northern region of Norway. I kind of chose my three Norse origin names last year in May month. My mother had intended to name me ‘Ingvild’ before I was born but they gave me different name including Johanne and the other name I always hated as a kid. I was bullied a hell lot in part of my severe Asperger condition and NVLD, I devoloped atypical anorexia nervosa at age 10.
Here is something I wrote about
Monster, how should I feel
Caffeine kick, sweet strawberry Sámi sunshine story, at Midnight we toast to the glory
Black Hole Sun Iced tea, iced coffee; lactose-free Snow falling, deep snow threading in I do know who I really am, right?Fathers day tomorrow, not random It made perfect sense, Quite quiet quetiapine question Why so sad, Ingvild? Huh?! No idea, I’m so happy really! Yeah, it didn’t click like that But still I hear Lyrics like; ‘Let the scavengers loose, beholding the might’ ‘Determined and strong, in it’s pride and glory’ Loved it all, and still do
So I hope it was okay reading my rambling thoughts tonight. Stilnoct does it’s things in powerful ways.
Northern experience 