Sunday, 21 December 2014


The past weeks have been a whirl 

of work & studies & studio play,

kids' concerts and school dos,

pre-Christmas parties,

glögg and clementines. 

So much so that it has shown

as a silence that unintentionally fell

over Sanctuary. 

Last night the humdrum

culminated in a feast 

for a bunch of creatives

I get to freelance with,

a few familiar faces

but others I'd never met in person.

There we were perched on vintage tulip chairs

in a friend's studio, candles flickering,

wolfing down an oriental feast,

chatting and laughing long into the night

as if we'd known each other for years. 

The year coming to an end

and moments like these

leave me in awe over the transformation

from twelve months ago. 

So much to be thankful for.

And now,

time for a slower beat,

for kicking off one's shoes

and softly waltzing 

into the impending Christmas holidays.  



Stylist Lotta Agaton & 

Photographer Mikkel Mortensen 

Saturday, 6 December 2014

A glimmery reminder

When the winter sun does its surprise appearance,

it lights everything aflame

in shades of gold and blush and burnt ochre. 

As if trying to stop little old me in my tracks

in the middle of a hundred errands and to-dos,

which are suddenly thrown in the shadow 

of something much more mesmerising. 

I often bump into an elderly professor emerita and famous author,

who lives in the neighbourhood. 

I don't know her in person at all,

just of her,

but every time she passes me or us by,

she will lift her gaze,

look attentively at both me and the children,

and smile. 

Even when she's clearly in the middle of having

a deep and meaningful conversation

with her significant other close to her side.

There's something about seeing her

that fills me with a warm glow every single time. 

Her presence, warmth, 

and kind curiosity,

like that of a child's 

with sparkling eyes. 

I think it's these winter sun moments,

a few too many meaningless preoccupations,

and the silver-haired lady with her glittery eyes

that have been filling me to the brim with a desire

to be more wholeheartedly present

in what one does,

 in every chance encounter

on the corner of the street,

while the kids are brushing their teeth.

(And, on the flip side,

to surprise oneself by also politely hearing the word

'no' slip out of the mouth,

to make space for what genuinely matters.

I wonder why that's still so hard...) 

I do love that I could always get lost

in this space and a moment with you. 

Let's make the most of the weekend at hand,


R, x

p.s. thank you for leaving traces of yourselves over the past week,

I'll get back to you really soon, xx

Sunday, 30 November 2014


Well I couldn't go without sharing

these images of the Stockholm atelier

of Sara N Bergman,

illustrator and one of the creative talents

behind Love Warriors.

Swoon, swoon, swoon...


You can find the original article

in Swedish via Residence Magazine.


Wishing you a special 1st Advent!


December twinkle via Anewall

Bare landscape unknown

Getting cosy by Toast

Louvre in the snow unknown

Lucia saffron buns via Green Kitchen Stories

(Follow the link for the recipe

or purely for the visual delight.)


Monday, 24 November 2014


It's been one of those Mondays

when you'd quite fancy

crawling back into the lull

of the weekend. 

Little mistakes here,

clumsy wordings there,

fatigue from a sleepless night. 

Snow and rest landed at the weekend,

and with them that sweet feeling simmering beneath the surface

of the season ahead. 

An urge to begin to fill the house

with winter flowers and branches

and candlelight,

and meet up with friends 

for some punch or mulled wine

against the dark, twinkling backdrop 

of café-lined streets

and people hurrying by. 

So here I sit and take a deep breath,

retreating into a world of images inside one's head

and inside one's soul,

no matter what goes on on the outside.

Requiring no clumsy explanations. 


Thursday, 20 November 2014


"Winter is on my head,

but eternal spring is in my heart."

- Victor Hugo

Photoraphy:  Marie Hochhaus for Elise Hameau

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