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Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

Sledges, Corkscrews, and other fears.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Once at the starting point, we both sat down on our sledges. I was grateful only a few others were preparing to ride, but gasped again when I saw how youthful their faces were. I doubted anyone here was over thirty years old. I wondered whether Jorunn was punishing me, or perhaps was hoping I would voluntarily quit the tour.“I don’t know if I can do this, Jorunn. I’m afraid.”Jorunn looked me in the eye with a grim look on her face.“Afraid is coming home with my mother, and finding my father sleeping with another woman. Afraid is watching how he broke apart my family and wondering how my mom and I would go on. Afraid is me cutting off my father and not wanting to ever see him again.”“Afraid is quitting a dead-end job and trying to earn a living as a vlogger in one of the most expensive countries on earth. Afraid is checking every morning for clicks, likes, and followers, and finding out the numbers did not change.”“Afraid is starting a private small-group tour company, all by myself, and weaving my way through the many regulations, laws, and insurance requirements. Afraid is knowing I have to book at least one trip a month just to cover those costs.”“Afraid is taking a group of six to Svalbard for a glacier hike in early summer, and spotting a polar bear less than 200 meters away lumbering towards us. Afraid is watching our guide fire off the last of her flares, but seeing the bear still coming. Afraid is the look in our guide’s eyes as she reached for her rifle.”“You don’t need to be afraid of sledging, Gunnar. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try sledging. Meet me at the bottom of the hill. Either make the run or turn in your sledge and take the Metro down the hill.”I watched Jorunn push off and head down the run, then thought about her words. I lived a good life in Minnesota, meeting Solveig in college and then stepping right into a lifetime job with the 3M company. Adventure was going to our lake cabin where the only challenges were fighting off mosquitos, and figuring out how to remove burnt marshmallows off the end of a stick. After our first child, Solveig and I stopped doing anything like sledding, and instead sat and watched our kids having all the fun.What am I doing here in Norway? Why am I here? Jorunn answered that question for me. I pushed off and started my run.I fought my way down the mountain, and as I approached the end of the run, I was happy to see it level off. I saw Jorunn standing next to her sledge, her small camera pointed at me. I raised both hands over my head, waved, then yelled, “I did it!” I coasted to a stop three meters past her.Jorunn ran up to me, and as I stood, she hugged me. “I’m proud of you Gunnar.” As we hugged, under the clear blue skies and chilly temperatures, I closed my eyes and went back 35 years to a small hill in Minneapolis, where I hugged Solvieg after sledding. Jorunn released me and stepped back.I yelped, “It was wonderful! I kept to the side as other people whizzed past me. A few sections were bumpy, and my teeth rattled. The only time I was scared was when there was a steep drop-off on one side. Don’t you use guardrails in Norway?”“You may have seen a few small concrete walls, but we believe in personal responsibility here in Norway. If you cannot manage a sledge, you should not make the run. The authorities do monitor the conditions and sometimes close the run when it is too icy.”“Does that mean you believed in me? Believed I could make it down the hill?”“There is nothing wrong with you, Gunnar. While I was waiting here at the bottom of the hill, I read about your Iron Range in Minnesota. You are rusty. There is a Wizard of Oz Museum there. You are the Tin Man. This tour is the Oil Can. Figure it out. The Oil Can only works if you pick it up and use it. Stand tall and walk proudly for as long as you can. If you fall, get up and keep going.”It was an interesting way to look at life. I was only 56 years old, but for the last few years, I acted like I was 80. I still have many years to go sledging, if only I was not afraid to try.I turned to Jorunn. “Let’s go again!”Pea SoupDecember 16 - Mid-DayAfter three more runs, Jorunn and I turned in our sledges and ate lunch at the beautiful Frognersteren Restaurant on top of the hill. I followed her suggestion of a thick pea soup with meatballs and potatoes. It was delicious. As we sipped hot chocolate, it felt good to be alive again.“A week ago, I was in a nursing home in Minnesota. After my wife died, no one visited me, not even my adult children. I was alone. It was a terrible place, run by a terrible nurse. I had to get out. I made plans with my lawyer, then walked out the front door and got on a plane to come to Norway. What’s the worst place you have ever been?”“Dublin, Ireland. After the divorce, my mother and I were struggling financially. We had gone from living a comfortable life to living paycheck to paycheck. I saw a post on the Internet for a job as a body double for a Vikings television program. I wasn’t sure what a body double did, but it paid well for a short gig. I took all my clothes off while a dozen people stared at me and took photos and videos. I hadn’t been naked in front of any man in over a year, since before the divorce. They must have liked me because I got the part, and they flew me to Dublin. The next morning, I went to the studios. I sat there in a robe while they cut and styled my hair to match the actress I was portraying. Then off to the makeup department, where I removed my robe while they applied fake tattoos and full body makeup so I would look dirty in all the right places.”“After lunch in the studio, the costume department placed me in a white linen tunic. When it was time to film, they told me to stand in front of the lead actor while he lifted the tunic off me and tossed it aside. He was much older than me, and with his beard, he reminded me of my father. He exuded the same swagger as if the world revolved only around him. I would be fully exposed to him, and to the camera crew, who were filming me from behind. They told me to act submissive and let the lead actor hug me. It took several takes and a few tweaks before the director was happy.”“Next, I was ordered to lay down on a stylized Viking bed covered with furs. The sex scene was to be filmed twice. Once for television, then for an unrated video release. The make-up people gave me a once over, then thankfully positioned a flesh-covered patch over my vagina. In the first shot, I was naked, but the lead actor remained fully clothed. He stood and positioned himself between my legs, and they told me to keep my vagina pressed tight against his crotch as he bucked against me. We needed to make the audience believe we were having sex while showing them nothing. I remained in this position while they adjusted the lighting and camera angles, and beneath his trousers, I felt the lead actor’s erect cock pressed against me.”“The director yelled, ‘Action’. Once again, they told me to be submissive, and let the lead actor take charge. He started humping against me. Looking up at him, he was still a handsome man, and I wondered how many women around the world dreamed or fantasized about being in the same place I was. I wasn’t one of them, but I understood this was why they hired me, so I accepted it. Like earlier, it took several takes. The director would review the shot and make small adjustments each time. After the last take, I saw a large wet spot on the front of the lead actor’s trousers.”“Then it was time for the unrated scene. A host of costume and make-up people swarmed around the actor while I lay there naked. This time, he was to be naked as he approached the bed. The camera angle was off to the side to avoid full frontal and he used his left hand to shield his erection, thankfully contained in a flesh-covered sock. The scene began with the lead actor approaching me, and once in position, he began humping against me. His covered cock slid against the covering over my vagina, but the sensations passed right through. My nipples became erect, and I felt my wetness building.”“After several takes, the director was happy, and we moved on to the last scene for which I was needed. In this one, the lead actor would be laying on top of me, his arms extended and propping himself up with his hands placed on either side of my body. This scene was more challenging because it needed to be mixed with prior facial cuts shot separately with the lead male actor and lead female actress. The scene would be filmed from several angles including above and below. As the director reviewed the earlier footage, the makeup people worked on my face and hair.”“The next thing I felt was the lead actor lying on top of me, his body pressing his erect cock against the patch covering my vagina. I wanted to turn away, but he told me to look at him because it would help him release his creative juices. I feared the possible double entendre. Here I was, face-to-face with the avatar of the man I hated more than anyone, the man who destroyed our family. When the director was ready, he said to go at it and try to simulate real sex. He yelled 'Action’. I was sweating under the lights, and the patch covering my vagina began to slip, aided by the movement of the lead actor’s covered cock. As my pussy became more exposed, I was afraid his cock might slide into me, so I yelled 'Cut!’. Everything stopped, and I pushed him off.”“That was enough. I yelled I was through, gathered my things, and headed for the front door. I paid my own way back to Oslo, and thought about filing a protest, but later learned what they did was mostly proper. Most sex scenes are between two body doubles. It is rare, but sometimes a lead actor will film such scenes if they have it in their nudity clause. I had a new appreciation for body doubles, but my own acting career lasted one day, and looking at the final scenes after release, I was on screen for eight seconds, and no one knew it was me!”I said, “Wow. We have something in common. The nursing home did everything properly, but like you, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I headed for the front door. I’m sorry for your terrible experience.”Jorunn shook her head, “Don’t be sorry. The experience ended up changing my life for the better. After I got back to Oslo, I swore to never work for anyone else again. I wanted to direct my own scenes, so I started doing vlogs. That led to the creation of my tour company. As things turned out, I walked out one door and right into something I loved. Plus, I walked out wearing this really cool, braided leather Viking headband I have on now. You are halfway there. You have walked out the front door. Now you must find something, or someone, to love.”A profound statement from someone so young.SpikersuppaDecember 16 - AfternoonI noticed the sun getting low on the horizon. Jorunn caught my glance and said, “The sun sets early here in Oslo, around 3:30 in the afternoon. In some of the northern cities, it set last month and will not rise again until spring.”I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day looking at museums, and flushed with my success on the hill, I took a chance. “Do you ice skate?”Jorunn replied, “I do, but not very well.”I said, “If you know of a skating rink with lights, maybe we can go there and skate.”“There is a nice lighted one in downtown Oslo called Spikersuppa,” said Jorunn. “When the sun goes down in Oslo, the twinkling lights are turned on, bringing with them their magic. The ice-skating rink is close to the Christmas market, which is our agenda for tonight.”“That sounds great to me,” I replied.We took the T-bane back to downtown Oslo and arrived as the sun was setting. There weren’t any clouds, but the multi-layered horizon was still beautiful. Orange along the bottom, and above it, increasingly darker hues of blue and purple, before turning to black in the night sky. After leaving the train station Jorunn and I walked along a pedestrian-only street named 'Karl Johns gate’ passing high-end stores and restaurants. Jorunn either pointed to, or mentioned, notable downtown buildings such as the Royal Palace, Parliament, the National Theatre, the Grand Hotel, and the original University of Oslo buildings. We also passed the brilliantly lit Freia clock, associated with the long-time Norwegian chocolate maker, and the unofficial symbol of Oslo.We rented skates and then stepped tentatively onto the ice. It wasn’t a big rink, and fortunately, not crowded. In the middle was a frozen water fountain. Christmas music was playing and twinkling lights glowed all around us.“I played ice hockey in Minnesota when I was in high school, but haven’t skated since.”“My father used to take me to figure skating lessons when I was young, but I stopped. I kept falling when trying to do spins.”“Maybe we can help each other out. Have you ever tried ice dancing?”Jorunn laughed. “No! Never!”“Neither have I. But a wise woman once told me that I should not be afraid of ice dancing. What I should be afraid of is being too afraid to try ice dancing.”Jorunn smiled, “A very wise woman, indeed! Let’s try it and see what happens.”I remember watching the wonderful British duo of Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean ice dancing in their last Olympics in 1994. The Olympics were here in Norway, in Lillehammer. I was not about to try any lifts or spins, but I reached my right arm behind Jorunn and placed my hand on her right hip. Taking her left hand in mine, I held her left arm across my body.“Ready?” I asked.Jorunn nodded, and together we pushed off. Right. Left. Right. Left. We moved slowly, side-by-side, in a steady rhythm, and made it around the rink making only a few wobbles. After three more passes, my ancient muscle memory awoke, and I wanted to do more. We separated and I joined my right hand to her left. “We can take longer strides and skate a little faster this way.”After another trip around the rink, we added a slow weaving pattern. Coming out of the last turn, I told Jorunn, “Here is your chance to be a figure skater. I’ll hold your hand. Try a spin.”I skated slightly just ahead of Jorunn, then pulled her forward so she would have enough speed. I raised her hand into the air as she went past, and she started spinning. She yelled, “I’m doing it.” And she was, at least until her speed slowed and she fell into me. “Dam toe pick!” she yelled. With her arms around me, our eyes met. Then she wrinkled her nose, her signature facial expression on the vlogs indicating she didn’t like something. Just as quickly, her face lit up and her big smile glowed. “I’m laughing too hard inside. That was such fun!” She burst out laughing and I joined her. We finally broke the ice, here on the ice.Jorunn separated from me and said, “It is time for Christmas Market.” I helped her up and we turned in our skates. The nearby lights and sounds beckoned.The Christmas MarketDecember 16 - EveningThe sun set long ago and was now just a memory. It was completely dark, but downtown Oslo turned into a Christmas wonderland. There were twinkling lights on almost every tree, with the large and stately buildings surrounding us outlined in white lights to accompany their dramatic uplighting. Oslo was so different than Minneapolis. In downtown Minneapolis, 30-year-old buildings were being torn down to build taller ones in the same location. Here, the buildings were massive, centuries-old, covering an entire block, and they were still in use, letting everyone appreciate the history and architecture. Jorunn and I saw glass-covered buildings in Oslo, with their clean modern architecture, but this was the heart of the city. The life, the pulse, and vitality of Oslo all sprang from here.Towering above everything at the Christmas Market was a brilliantly lit Ferris wheel, each spoke outlined in white lights. I looked at Jorunn and she nodded. She took my hand, and we ran for the Ferris wheel, artfully dodging between the growing number of people.When we boarded, we found each of the seats enclosed in a glass bubble, possibly as a safety measure, or just as likely, protection from the cold. One of the benefits of this was being able to move around a bit, which afforded us a 360-degree aerial view of downtown Oslo. We paused near the top, where Jorunn pulled out her camera.Jorunn said, “It’s rather romantic up here. We should do a selfie.” She sat down right me. “Kiss me. On the lips. Just a quick one. I have the timer set for three seconds. We’ll put our lips together and hold them for a few seconds until the flash goes off.”“Jorunn, I am much older than you. I don’t think it will look very romantic.”“Gunnar, you’re not too old to kiss someone. And if I need to, I can do a little digital touchup, or just flash a quick cut. It will be perfect.”“How do want me to kiss you? Do you want my eyes open or closed? Should I look at the camera or…”Jorunn quickly reached behind my head and pulled me to her. As our lips met, I closed my eyes, and my mouth responded. I felt her softness and a quick tease as Jorunn’s tongue glazed over my lips. A flash went off. But Jorunn did not separate, nor did I. I opened my eyes, and saw that Jorunn’s eyes closed. As our lips pressed together, it felt so warm and comfortable.We separated, and Jorunn said, “Perfect!” Then she looked at the photo just taken. I thought about the sequence of her words and her actions. Jorunn switched over to video and began doing her vlog. She was speaking in English. Immersed in Norwegian for three days, it almost sounded like a foreign language to me. When Jorunn finished, I asked her why she didn’t record her vlogs in Norwegian.She surprised me by continuing in English. “Norwegians already live here. Who would watch my videos if I recorded them in Norwegian? If someone in Norway wants to see the view from the top of this Ferris wheel, they will come here and ride it. People from every continent watch my videos and speak at least some English. It used to bother me when I would get comments on my videos complaining I spoke with a Norwegian accent. Now I just laugh.”I asked her, “Every continent? Including Antarctica?”“Yes. The Norwegian Polar Institute has a year-round research station in Antarctica named 'Troll’. Their mission is to study the polar regions and the effects of global warming and pollution. It’s not a tourist destination, but they have talked to me about possibly going there. They want to do more outreach, to spread the word to younger audiences on social media. I have followers there, but we haven’t been able to work out the permissions and details. The

Todas as manhãs, acompanhe o Momento Mercado e comece o dia por dentro do cenário econômico. É um conteúdo rico, com linguagem leve, que traz o fechamento de mercado do dia anterior e os principais destaques do dia atual. Siga nosso canal e acompanhe nossos conteúdos diários! #MercadoFinanceiro #InvestirMelhor #PodcastSpotify #NovoPodcast #Dinheiro #Economia #MomentoInvestidor #Bradesco #MomentoMercado #MorningCall #Investimentos #RendaVariável #Ações #Ibovespa #Câmbio #DólarSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Motorista deixa carreta atravessada no Rodoanel em Itapecerica, na Grande SP. Preocupação com segurança freia melhora na avaliação de Lula, aponta Quaest. PF aponta Rodrigo Manga como líder de organização criminosa. Trump diz que vai reduzir tarifas do café, mas não especifica de quais países. O vai e vem do projeto para combater facções. Veja o que muda com novas regras do governo para vale-refeição e vale-alimentação.

durée : 00:28:34 - Les Bonnes Choses - par : Caroline Broué - Portrait de la cheffe nantaise Sarah Mainguy, finaliste de Top Chef 2021 devenue cheffe étoilée. Elle publie Terre Mère (Hachette Pratique), un livre-manifeste sur le lien entre cuisine et vivant. - réalisation : Jean-Christophe Francis - invités : Sarah Mainguy Cheffe installée à Nantes, à la tête des cuisines du restaurant Freia

durée : 00:28:34 - Les Bonnes Choses - par : Caroline Broué - Portrait de la cheffe nantaise Sarah Mainguy, finaliste de Top Chef 2021 devenue cheffe étoilée. Elle publie Terre Mère (Hachette Pratique), un livre-manifeste sur le lien entre cuisine et vivant. - réalisation : Jean-Christophe Francis - invités : Sarah Mainguy Cheffe installée à Nantes, à la tête des cuisines du restaurant Freia

durée : 00:28:34 - Les Bonnes Choses - par : Caroline Broué - Portrait de la cheffe nantaise Sarah Mainguy, finaliste de Top Chef 2021 devenue cheffe étoilée. Elle publie Terre Mère (Hachette Pratique), un livre-manifeste sur le lien entre cuisine et vivant. - réalisation : Jean-Christophe Francis - invités : Sarah Mainguy Cheffe installée à Nantes, à la tête des cuisines du restaurant Freia

In aflevering 4 van seizoen 6 legt Rick alles uit over barnsteen. Is barnsteen versteende urine van de lynx? Is het gestold zonlicht? Zijn het vogeltranen of de tranen van Freia of toch die van de Heliaden? Rick weet dat allemaal.   Veel plezier bij aflevering 4 van de Lekker Uitgelegd-podcast: Barnsteen

Tässä jaksossa käsitellään vieraan uunituoreen kirjan teemoja, joiden avulla voimme löytää oman voimamme, välttää uhriutumisen sudenkuoppa ja lopettaa itsemme pienentäminen. Käymme läpi pitkän listan teemoja mm. mistä ihan tarkalleen ottaen puhutaan, kun puhutaan omasta voimasta? Onko omavoimaisuus itsekästä ja minkälaisia hyötyjä ja haittoja siitä meille syntyy? Miten ihmiset pienentävät itseään ja miten siitä pääsee eroon? Mistä löytää rohkeus kun kohtaat kyseenalaistajia tai pitäisi ottaa iso loikka elämässä? Miten kehoyhteys, akrobatia, meditaatio ja muut harjoitukset liittyvät oman voiman löytämiseen? Miten ja miksi meidän kannattaisi tutustua rakentavaan raivoon ja itsemme varjoisampaan puoleen? Näitä ja muita jakson teemoja käydään läpi yhdessä maailmanmatkaaja ja psykologi Freia Lumingan kanssa.LinkitOptimal Performance- Hyvinvointiluennot ja verkkovalmennukset: https://www.optimalperformance.fi- Kuntosali ja valmennuskeskus, Helsinki: https://www.opcenter.fiFreia Luminka- Kotisivu: https://freialuminka.com/- IG: https://www.instagram.com/freialumi

O ministro Alexandre de Moraes, do STF, suspendeu na sexta-feira (4) tanto o decreto do governo que aumentava o IOF quanto a decisão do Congresso que havia anulado esse aumento. Moraes afirmou que o conflito entre Executivo e Legislativo fere a harmonia entre os Poderes e marcou uma audiência de conciliação para o dia 15 de julho. Especialistas consideram a decisão uma derrota para o governo Lula, que esperava apoio rápido ao reajuste. Câmara e Ministério da Fazenda reagiram com avaliações diferentes sobre o impacto da medida.

Vi diskuterer bedrifter som brukes pride og andre inkluderingssaker i markedsføringen sin. Er det ekte engasjement? Eller bare PR? Professor emerita Peggy Simcic Brønn som forsker på omdømme forklarer hvorfor det er et dilemma for bedriftene å ha et samfunnsansvar, samtidig som de skal tjene penger. Vi ser nærmere på et eksempel fra Freia som trakk et regnbueprodukt fra markedet og til slutt ser vi til USA der situasjonen er en helt annen.BI Innsikt er en podkast fra Handelshøyskolen BI hvor vi snakker med eksperter for å gi deg en bedre forståelse av det som preger nyhetsbildet og påvirker samfunnet. Denne episoden ble moderert av Veronica Turnage i kommunikasjonsavdelingen ved BI og produsert av Sebastian Aasen ved BIs læringssenter. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

O Manhã Brasil desta sexta (23), com o jornalista Mauro Lopes como âncora, tem os seguintes destaques: 1) Ao apresentar um congelamento no orçamento da União de 2025 de mais de R$ 31 bilhões, os ministros Haddad e Tebet responsabilizaram os mais pobres, afirmando que a Previdência e o BPC oneram o Estado; 2) Tratado como primeiro-ministro ou vice-rei do Norte, premiado com a Margem Equatorial, com o Ministério das Comunicações e um sem número de cargos estratégicos, David Alcolumbre respondeu à altura a Lula e freou o ritmo de instalação da CPMI do INSS, jogando-a para o segundo semestrePessoas convidadas:Pedro Marin, fundador e editor-chefe da Revista Opera. É editor de Opinião de Opera Mundi, autor de “Aproximações sucessivas – O Partido Fardado nos governos Bolsonaro e Lula III”, “Golpe é Guerra – Teses para enterrar 2016”, e co-autor de “Carta no Coturno – a volta do Partido Fardado no Brasil”.Julia Lenzi, professora da Faculdade de Direito da USP, vinculada ao Departamento de Direito do Trabalho e da Seguridade Social (DTB). É doutora (2019) em Direito do Trabalho e da Seguridade Social. Exerce a cocoordenação do Grupo de Estudos sobre Direitos Humanos, Centralidade do Trabalho e Marxism. Autora de "Forma Jurídica e Previdência Social no Brasil" (2021) e organizadora da obra "Marxistas: contribuições de mulheres para a crítica do direito” (2024). Credenciada como docente permanente no Programa de Pós-Graduação em Direito da Universidade de São Paulo na linha pesquisa Crítica Marxista dos Direitos Sociais.

Mais uma edição do nosso F1 Mania em Ponto, onde vamos falar da terceira vitória seguida de Oscar Piastri, que dispara na liderança do mundial!E mais:- Bortoleto abandona- Ferrari arruma problemas- Norris reclama de VerstappenApresentação: Carlos Garcia e Gabriel Gavinelli.

Aldrig har man set større selvmål i det her programs historie! 

O "Ulrich Responde" é uma série de vídeos onde respondo perguntas enviadas por membros do canal e seguidores, abordando temas de economia, finanças e investimentos. Oferecemos uma análise profunda, trazendo informações para quem quer entender melhor a economia e tomar decisões financeiras mais informadas.00:00 - Hoje no Ulrich Responde...01:05 - É hora de entrar na bolsa?03:20 - Juros subindo, qual a desculpa do governo?05:36 - Por que o mercado comemorou o FOMC de quarta?07:05 - Bitcoin, de otimismo ao medo, o que houve?09:46 - Por que governos insistem em inflacionar suas moedas?11:22 - Nova linha de crédito consignado, qual o impacto na inflação?13:19 - Nova taxa sobre dividendos, mercado já precificou?17:06 - Governo vai conseguir manter nível de consumo e taxa de desemprego baixa até 2026?18:25 - Utiliza DeFi?19:06 - Por que o franco suíço não é a moeda de reserva?21:27 - Mineradores de ouro e prata, bom momento para comprar?22:08 - Qual o papel dos governos na valorização do Bitcoin?23:02 - Juros ainda tem efeito contra a inflação?24:01 - Dólar R$5,60, qual o motivo?26:11 - Onde comprar Bitcoin?26:57 - Trump desmantelando dept. de educação, vai defender?27:45 - Se o BTC parar de existir, onde colocaria seu dinheiro?28:55 - Juros americano entre 4,25 e 4,5%, o que significa?29:49 - Conhece o Fórum da Liberdade?

⁠Lyssna på Aidas jullåtar⁠⁠ I ⁠⁠Aidas julquiz⁠⁠ I ⁠⁠Köp julklappar i vår butik I dagens avsnitt får vi höra den äventyrliga sagan "Resan för att rädda solens ljus", önskad av Freja, 10 år från Leksand. Följ med Freia på en magisk resa genom Europa när hon ger sig ut för att hitta solens förlorade färger. Från Tysklands gröna kullar till Frankrikes solrosfält och vidare till Greklands blå hav, samlar hon färg efter färg. En spännande berättelse om mod, vänskap och hur även de minsta kan göra de största skillnaderna när solen behöver hjälp att lysa igen! Som alltid bjuder vår kära Aida på fascinerande fakta. Idag om svarta hål! Så häng med på ett magiskt äventyr från jorden till rymden! God natt och trevlig lyssning. Stötta podden och få tillgång till nya sagor! Gå med i Magiska Godnattsagor-klubben! Skicka in förslag på kommande sagor via www.magiskagodnattsagor.se Följ oss på Facebook & Instagram Sökord: magiska godnattsagor, godnattsaga, barn, läggdags, podcast för barn, barnlitteratur, ai, godnatt

Oito meses depois da matéria de capa da Crusoé, assinada por Felipe Moura Brasil, com o título “A história da fake news contra a Transparência Internacional”, o procurador-geral da República, Paulo Gonet, promoveu o arquivamento da Petição número 12.061.O PGR usou uma série de elementos presentes na matéria de capa sobre a fake news contra a ONG anticorrupção. Felipe Moura Brasil, Duda Teixeira e Ricardo Kertzman comentam:Você também pode assistir ao Papo Antagonista na BM&C, nos  canais de TV 579 da Vivo, ou 563 da Claro, além do SKY+. Apoie o jornalismo Vigilante: 10% de desconto para audiência do Papo Antagonista  https://bit.ly/papoantagonista  Acompanhe O Antagonista no canal do WhatsApp.  Boletins diários, conteúdos exclusivos em vídeo e muito mais.   https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Va2S...   Ouça O Antagonista | Crusoé quando quiser nos principais aplicativos de podcast.  Leia mais em www.oantagonista.com.br | www.crusoe.com.br 

Der er übber ddårlig stemning i studiet efter en skidetør getaway. Freia kan ikke babbes op selvom Martin prøver ihærdigt. Men vi kommer selvfølgelig med de hedeste (LOL) highlights fra den dumme getaway, Nina og Mortens nye venskab, Frank og Lones moment til luftyoga og hvordan ægløsning og PMS ikke kan være gift. Vi skal også forbi Franks kæmpesviner til Anette, øltårn i Taastrup, helikoptermoment og hvorfor Martin stadig er håbløs naiv på Lars og Lone, mens Lars løber din vej. Og der må vi atter bare sige: Løøøb Simba - løb fra getaway og kom aldrig tilbage. Følg os: @giftitv_podcast Dine værter er Freia Sands og Martin Martensen-LarsenOptagelse, klip og mix: Freia Sands / Damn PodcastVil du skælde os ud, heppe eller spørge.. Skriv til vores instagram på @giftitv_podcast og giv os 5 stjerner (eller nul hvis du virkelig mener det) inde i Apple - så blir vi ret glade, for begge dele. Vi vil herregerne høre fra dig. 

Winning pitches is tough. Ghosting has become a common challenge, and even when you win, clients may be commissioning smaller pieces of the project rather than the full program.But that's only part of the struggle - crafting pitch decks takes a lot of time and energy. Surely there's a better way than packing slides with your best creative ideas. In this episode we tackle these challenges and introduce a strategic approach to pitching. The focus shifts from pitching tactics to showcasing value and ROI.Joining us is Freia Muehlenbein, an agency growth consultant and owner of Be Reyt Consultancy. With over 15 years of experience in agency operations, Freia is an expert in the sales and pitch process, known for closing large deals. Freia shares practical advice on:Developing a strong qualification process to truly understand your client's needsThe concept of a war room and how it helps in crafting effective strategiesWhy prioritizing financials and ROI is more important than focusing on tacticsFollow Freia on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/freiamuehlenbein/Follow Harv on LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/harvnagra/Sign up for Harv's webinar with Agency Hackers on productivity hacks taking place Thursday 19th September 2024: https://bit.ly/thehandbook24Stay up to date with regular ops insights. Subscribe to The Handbook: The Operations Newsletter.This podcast is brought to you by Scoro, where you can manage your projects, resources and finances in a single system.

Stadt und Land sind wie Tag und Nacht, heißt es gerne mal, wenn Wahlergebnisse oder kulturelle Unterschiede erklärt werden müssen. Aber ist die Stadt wirklich so anders als das Land? Und wie können sie sich besser verstehen? Harrabi, Kais; Watty, Christine; Kuper, Freia

En mai, sur Business of Bouffe, c'est replay ! Et pour l'occasion, on rediffuse les 4 épisodes de notre émission chérie : "Les Pieds dans le Terroir".Dans ce 1er épisode, nous donnons la parole à Alice Ménard, une jeune maraichère pétillante et engagée qui a eu le courage de reprendre l'exploitation familiale conventionnelle pour la convertir en bio. Pour cette rencontre, Philibert est accompagné de la talentueuse Sarah Mainguy, cheffe et propriétaire des restaurants Vacarme et Freia à Nantes.On découvre dans ce podcast le parcours d'Alice, et on s'attarde évidement sur le métier méconnu de maraicher. On est également témoin de la relation exceptionnelle qui lie les deux femmes. Elles ont d'ailleurs décidé récemment d'aller encore plus loin : en plus de fournir les restaurants de Sarah en fruits et légumes, Alice s'occupe désormais du jardin du nouveau restaurant de Sarah : Freia. Un bel exemple de collaboration entre un producteur et un chef !>> Plus d'infos : https://businessofbouffe.com/podcast/alice-menard-sarah-mainguy-le-voyage-a-nantes Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.

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Explore the intricate world of bird feathers. This episode is about feather colour and structure, and the nesting habits of waterfowl.Freia Noss is a lifelong birder and bushwalker, living and working on Dharug and Gundungurra land in the Blue Mountains. During the week she works on re-vegetation projects on rural properties in Australia. In her free time, she enjoys making artworks of the beautiful native Australian flora and fauna she encounters. Freia has degrees in both art theory and environmental science, and studied conservation biology in the Peruvian Amazon, with a focus on bird and butterfly biodiversity. Her art practice has become an important a way for her to re-connect with the environment after a long day in the office.Links:* Freia on Instagram - @wollemiwatercolours* Freia on Facebook - @wollemiwatercolours* Freia on TikTok - @wollemiwatercolours* Blue Mountain Bird Observers - bmbo.org.au* Weekend Birder Google Map - maps.app.goo.gl/9wQj2i6nsekRp2bH8Weekend Birder online:* Website - weekendbirder.com* Instagram - @weekend.birder* Facebook - @weekend.birder* Twitter/X - @birderpod* Monthly Letter - weekendbirder.com/monthly-letter Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Este conteúdo é um corte do nosso episódio: “#171 - Planejamento sem ação é estagnação”. Nele, Fernanda Vieira, da dti digital e Felipe Rabelo, refletem junto com nossos hosts sobre como o medo de errar e a cultura do planejamento sem ação pode atrapalhar o desenvolvimento do time. Eles também falam sobre o conceito de débito técnico dentro de rotinas ágeis. Ficou curioso? Então, dá o play! Quer conversar com Os Agilistas? É só mandar sua dúvida/sugestão na nossa página do Linkedin ou pelo e-mail osagilistas@dtidigital.com.br que nós responderemos em um de nossos conteúdos! Nos acompanhe pelas redes sociais e assine a nossa newsletter que chega todo mês com os assuntos quentes do agilismo através do site.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

In der heutigen Folge meines Podcasts darf ich Freia Stumpf begrüßen – eine herausragende Spielerin der Fußballfrauen über 40 Jahre beim VfL Lüneburg. Freia Stumpf ist eine von mehr als 40 Spielerinnen, die die Sportart Fußball erlernen wollen. Wer sie reden und für den Fußball schwärmen hört, fragt sich, ob die eigene Faszination für diese Sportart bereits verloren gegangen ist. Die Fußballerinnen bezeichnen sich selbst als "Alte Frauen", nehmen das Projekt aber sehr ernst und wollen am Ende "richtig" Fußball spielen können. Ein Podcast über Leidenschaft und Liebe zum Fußball.

In der heutigen Folge meines Podcasts darf ich Freia Stumpf begrüßen – eine herausragende Spielerin der Fußballfrauen über 40 Jahre beim VfL Lüneburg. Freia Stumpf ist eine von mehr als 40 Spielerinnen, die die Sportart Fußball erlernen wollen. Wer sie reden und für den Fußball schwärmen hört, fragt sich, ob die eigene Faszination für diese Sportart bereits verloren gegangen ist. Die Fußballerinnen bezeichnen sich selbst als "Alte Frauen", nehmen das Projekt aber sehr ernst und wollen am Ende "richtig" Fußball spielen können. Ein Podcast über Leidenschaft und Liebe zum Fußball.

In der heutigen Folge meines Podcasts darf ich Freia Stumpf begrüßen eine herausragende Spielerin der Fußballfrauen über 40 Jahre beim VfL Lüneburg. Freia Stumpf ist eine von mehr als 40 Spielerinnen, die die Sportart Fußball erlernen wollen. Wer sie reden und für den Fußball schwärmen hört, fragt sich, ob die eigene Faszination für diese Sportart bereits verloren gegangen ist. Die Fußballerinnen bezeichnen sich selbst als "Alte Frauen", nehmen das Projekt aber sehr ernst und wollen am Ende "richtig" Fußball spielen können. Ein Podcast über Leidenschaft und Liebe zum Fußball. Du möchtest deinen Podcast auch kostenlos hosten und damit Geld verdienen? Dann schaue auf www.kostenlos-hosten.de und informiere dich. Dort erhältst du alle Informationen zu unseren kostenlosen Podcast-Hosting-Angeboten. kostenlos-hosten.de ist ein Produkt der Podcastbude.Gern unterstützen wir dich bei deiner Podcast-Produktion.+++Werbung+++ Jetzt im neuen Jahr besser füttern mit biologisch artgerechtem Rohfutter von BARFER'S. Für Deinen Hund oder Deine Katze mit 10 % Rabatt mit dem Gutscheincode „PODCAST10“. https://www.barfers-wellfood.de/

Brasil soma 17 mil mortes em presídios nos últimos 10 anos. E 40% dos brasileiras acham que bairro onde vivem não está preparado para clima extremo, mostra Datafolha.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Arnaldo Ribeiro, Eduardo Tironi, José Trajano, Juca Kfouri e Mauro Cezar Pereira analisam a final entre São Paulo e Flamengo pela Copa do Brasil no Morumbi e quais os fatores que podem influenciar mais na disputa pelo título. E ainda a vitória do Grêmio sobre o Palmeiras, que culminou com sugestão de 'roubo' por Abel Ferreira na saída de campo, a reação do Vasco na luta contra o rebaixamento e o Corinthians encarando o líder Botafogo.

Os repórteres Eduardo Moura e Tomás Hammes e o Voz da Torcida Luka Pumes tratam das duas versões do Inter no ano. Os repetidos problemas no Campeonato Brasileiro, com 10 partidas sem vitória e o ataque inoperante, não trazem o bom momento da Libertadores para a competição nacional. E o técnico Eduardo Coudet terá problemas para a volta da data Fifa com desfalques. Dê o play e ouça!

O Podcast Volta Rápida chega com os principais destaques do fim de semana do esporte a motor e as primeiras repercussões do GP da Grã-Bretanha de F1 e outras categorias. Acompanhe tudo o que rolou.

ASV valsts sekretāra Entonija Blinkena vizīte Ķīnā. Āfrikas valstu līderi aicina Putinu sākt miera sarunas ar Ukrainu. Skandināvu akcija pret Krievijas tirgū esošajiem rietumu uzņēmumiem. Aktualitātes analizē Austrumeiropas politikas pētījumu centra pētnieks Armands Astukevičs, Rīgas Stradiņa universitātes Politikas zinātnes doktorantūras vadītāja, Ķīnas Studiju centra direktore, Latvijas ārpolitikas institūta Āzijas programmas direktore Una Aleksandra Bērziņa-Čerenkova. Sazināmies ar Ingu Purgali Zviedrijā. Blinkens Pekinā – runāts par visu, sarunāts nedaudz Šīs nedēļas sākumā notika Savienoto Valstu valsts sekretāra Entonija Blinkena oficiāla vizīte Ķīnas Tautas republikā. Tas ir pirmais šāda līmeņa amerikāņu amatpersonas apmeklējums totalitārajā Āzijas lielvalstī pēdējo piecu gadu laikā; apmeklējums, kas tika gaidīts ar zināmām cerībām uz līdzšinējās attiecību lejupslīdes apturēšanu. Vismaz retorika šai ziņā dod pamatu piesardzīgam optimismam. Uz to vedina, pirmkārt, tas, ka amerikāņu ārlietu resora vadītāju iepriekš neizsludinātā vizītē pieņēma Ķīnas valsts un kompartijas līderis Sji Dziņpins. Viņa tikšanās ar rangā zemāku amerikāņu amatpersonu apliecina Pekinas nopietnu vēlmi uzlabot attiecības. Un ja šī tikšanās ilga tikai kādas 35 minūtes, tad ar savu ķīniešu kolēģi Ciņu Ganu valsts sekretārs sarunājās apmēram septiņas ar pusi stundas. Tāpat viņš tikās arī ar Ķīnas kompartijas centrālkomitejas ārlietu nodaļas vadītāju Vanu Ji. Kā tika uzsvērts publiskajās uzstāšanās, sarunās skarts praktiski viss abas puses interesējošo aktualitāšu loks – Taivānas statuss un situācija, Krievijas agresija pret Ukrainu, cilvēktiesību stāvoklis Ķīnā, sevišķi Siņdzjanā, Tibetā un Honkongā, arī Ķīnā ražotā sintētiskā opiāta fentanila nelegālais imports Savienotajās Valstīs. Kas attiecas uz Taivānu, valsts sekretārs Blinkens vēlreiz apliecināja Vašingtonas nemainīgo nostāju, atzīstot Pekinas valdību par vienīgo Ķīnas suverēno varu, tomēr brīdināja sarunu partneri atturēties no provokatīviem soļiem pret faktiski neatkarīgo valsti. Savukārt Ķīnas puse apliecināja, ka tā neatbalstīs Krieviju ar letāla bruņojuma piegādēm. Uz to gan amerikāņu viesis aizrādīja, ka šai ziņā trūkst pārliecības par ķīniešu privāto kompāniju godprātību. Daudzi novērotāji sevišķi uzsver Sji Dziņpina teikto, ka Ķīna respektējot Savienoto Valstu intereses un nemēģinot apstrīdēt to lomu pasaulē vai tās šai ziņā aizstāt. Šāda retorika šķiet solis atpakaļ pēc visa, ko Pekina teikusi un darījusi attiecībās ar Savienotajām Valstīm apmēram pēdējā gada laikā. Tiesa, kādas konkrētas nozīmīgas vienošanās Entonija Blinkena vizītes laikā netika sasniegtas, tai skaitā nenotika cerētā kontaktu atjaunošana starp abu valstu aizsardzības resoriem. Šie kontakti tika pārtraukti februārī, kad tika notriekta Savienotās Valstis pārlidojusī ķīniešu izspiegošanas zonde. Āfrika māca mieru Eiropai Pagājušās nedēļas nogalē Kijivu un Maskavu apmeklēja augsta līmeņa Āfrikas valstu delegācija, kurā ietilpa Dienvidāfrikas, Ēģiptes, Senegalas, Kongo Republikas, Komoru, Zambijas un Ugandas pārstāvji. Centrālā figūra šai delegācijā bija Dienvidāfrikas Republikas prezidents Sirils Ramafosa. Brauciena deklarētais mērķis bija miera procesa iniciēšana un, kā uzsvēra Dienvidāfrikas līderis, šī ir pirmā reize, kad Āfrikas pārstāvji iesaistās šādā misijā ārpus kontinenta robežām. Kā zināms, Āfrika nopietni cieš no labības un minerālmēslu piegāžu apsīkuma karadarbības rezultātā. Tomēr miera plānam, kuru Kijivā piedāvāja Dienvidāfrikas prezidents, raksturīga viņa valstij un vairākām citām Āfrikas nācijām raksturīgā nenoteiktā nostāja pret Krievijas agresiju. No konkrētajā misijā iesaistītajām, sevišķi Dienvidāfrika un Uganda uzlūkojamas par Kremļa režīma netiešām atbalstītājām. Arī šī brauciena laikā prezidents Ramafosa atkārtoja savus ieskatus, proti – Krievijas iebrukumu Ukrainā esot veicinājusi pati Ukraina un arī rietumvalstis. Attiecīgi, delegācijai viesojoties Maskavā, Kremļa režīma līderis Putins uzteica tās „līdzsvaroto” pozīciju. Tomēr, runājot par miera plānu, agresorvalsts vadītājs izteicās, ka vairākus tā punktus būšot grūti īstenot. Netiešs mājiens par Kremļa attieksmi ir arī tas, ka delegācijas uzturēšanās Kijivā neatturēja Krievijas spēkus no kārtējās raķešu apšaudes. Savukārt prezidents Zelenskis afrikāņu viesiem nepārprotami norādīja, ka nekādi diplomātiski risinājumi nav iespējami, kamēr Ukrainas teritorijā atrodas Krievijas okupanti. Rezumējot – Āfrikas līderu misijas konkrētie panākumi, kā jau varēja sagaidīt, ir teju nekādi, ja neskaita solījumus turpināt procesu. Kas attiecas uz skaļi nedeklarēto, iespējams, Āfrikas valstu līderiem ir izdevies mazināt Kremļa saimnieka vēlmi izstāties no vienošanās, kas nodrošina Ukrainas labības eksportu uz Āfriku no Melnās jūras ostām. Asinis šokolādē Savienotajās Valstīs bāzētā transnacionālā kompānija „Mondelēz International” ir viens no lielākajiem konditorejas izstrādājumu ražotājiem pasaulē. Tās ienākumi 2021. gadā bija nepilni 29 miljardi, un peļņa – vairāk nekā 4 miljardi ASV dolāru. Koncerna paketē ir vairāk nekā četrdesmit zīmoli, tai skaitā tādi pasaulē un arī Latvijā atpazīstami kā „Milka”, „Belvita”, „Cadbury”, „Côte d'Or”, „Daim”, „Halls”, „Marabou”, „Oreo”,  Toblerone”, „Philadelphia Cream Cheese”. Pagātnē kompānija bijusi iesaistīta vairākos skandālos, kas saistīti ar globālo pārtikas ražotāju sociāli un ekonomiski bezatbildīgu politiku Āfrikas valstīs. Līdz ar citiem ražotājiem „Mondelēz” ticis vainots par to, ka iepērk kakao pupiņas no plantācijām Kotdivuārā un Ganā, kuras izveidotas, izcērtot aizsargājamus mežu masīvus, kā arī no plantācijām Mali, kurās tiek izmantots bērnu vergu darbs. Kompānija reaģēja, deklarējot godīgas ražošanas standartu ieviešanu un programmas bērnu verdzības apkarošanai. Tagad globālais našķu ražotājs saskāries ar jaunu reputācijas izaicinājumu: 25. maijā Ukrainas Nacionālā korupcijas novēršanas aģentūra iekļāva „Mondelēz International” savā kara atbalstītāju sarakstā. Iemesls ir tas, ka kompānija pēc 24. februāra nav pārtraukusi darbību Krievijā, turpina tur tirgoties, ražot un maksāt nodokļus agresorvalsts budžetā. Kā liecina muitas dati, atsevišķu kompānijas produktu imports Krievijā pat pieaudzis, tāpat kā kompānija peļņa, jo tā pārstājusi reklamēties un samazinājusi citus nenozīmīgākos tēriņus. Visstraujāk uz Ukrainas deklarēto reaģēja koncerna sadarbības partneri Ziemeļvalstīs. Ar „Mondelēz” saistītos zīmolus pārtraukušas tirgot nacionālās aviosabiedrības SAS un „Norwegian Air”, Zviedrijas publiskais dzelzceļa pārvadātājs SJ, viesnīcu ķēde „Srawberry”, mazumtirgotājs „Elkjop”, kuģniecības kompānija „Fjord Line” u.c. Sadarbību ar koncernu pārtraukušas Dānijas, Norvēģijas un Zviedrijas futbola asociācijas. Boikotētājus nekavē tas, ka vairākiem „Mondelēz” zīmoliem, kā saldumu ražotājiem „Marabou” un „Freia” vēsturiski ir Skandināvijas izcelsme. Saskarsmē ar presi kompānija līdz šim skopi komentēja šībrīža boikotu, taču koncerna iekšienē izplatīts tā Eiropas tīkla prezidenta Vinsa Grūbera paziņojums, kurā viņš sūkstās par nevienlīdzīgu attieksmi – citi ražotāji, kuri arī nav pametuši Krievijas tirgu, šādi netiekot boikotēti. Tajā pat laikā, kā ziņo aģentūra „Reuters”, pret „Mondelēz” vadības rīcību sākuši protestēt uzņēmuma darbinieki Austrumeiropā. Cita starpā minēts, ka jau martā attiecīgu vēstuli parakstījuši 130 nodarbinātie Baltijas valstīs. Ar līdzīgiem protestiem saskārušies arī divi citi pārtikas ražošanas giganti – „Nestle” un „PepsiCo”. Sagatavoja Eduards Liniņš.  Eiropas Parlamenta granta projekta „Jaunā Eiropas nākotne” programma.* * Šī publikācija atspoguļo tikai materiāla veidošanā iesaistīto pušu viedokli. Eiropas Parlaments nav atbildīgs par tajā ietvertās informācijas jebkādu izmantošanu.

Biter de økende sanksjonene på Russlands krigføring? Blir de fulgt opp, eller blir de omgått? NATOs stabssjef tror ikke sanksjonene vil ha mer effekt jo mer tid som går. Og hva hjelper egentlig svartelistet sjokolade? Med E24-journalist Sofie Fraser og NATOs stabssjef Stian Jenssen. Produsent Kristine Aadne, programleder Sindre Heyerdahl.

Bør alle boikotte Freia nå? Og skal Donald Trump i fengsel? Dette og mye mer får du høre om i ukens utgave der Øyvind og Christoffer loser deg gjennom den siste ukas nyhetssaker. Du får høre om Boris Johnson er funnet skyldig i å ha villedet det britiske parlamentet, hva du har å tjene på det reviderte nasjonalbudsjettet og Christoffer har med seg saker som ikke nådde helt opp i ukens nyhetsbilde. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Trine har vært i en utrolig eksklusiv middag, mens Lars, Sarah og Kjetil var på sommerfest. Vi diskuterer Freia-boikotten, hva justisminister Emilie Enger Mehl må gjøre for å håndtere den kritiske rapporten om Pride-angrepet i fjor, og hvordan regjeringspartiene og SV er blitt enige. Det lanseres også en sommeravslutnings-regel. Hør hele hos PodMe og i Aftenposten-appen. Send spørsmål til spørre-podden på larsmg@aftenposten.no

Boikott av melkesjokolade, atombomber, Michelin-stjerner, festivaler og dette mystiske Barefoot-Boy Summer. Tatlå går, og Harald prøver å forklare kompliserte ting for to enkle folk fra Sandnes. Det går bare sånn halvveis.

Det begynte med at SAS fjernet Kvikk Lunsj og Melkerull. Så tok det helt av. Boikotten handler om Russlands krig i Ukraina. Hvordan henger det sammen? Økonomijournalist Anne Sofie Bergvall forklarer.

Freia må merke produktene med hvem de dreper. En sjokolade souffle dreper 9 Azov-soldater .

Jorge Natan recebe Letícia Marques e Arthur Muhlenberg para analisar revés diante do Botafogo e pontos a serem aperfeiçoadas por Sampaoli: os defeitos na defesa e o aproveitamento das chances no ataque

Prepare-se para a segunda metade do dia sabendo de tudo que mexeu com o mercado nas primeiras horas do pregão. Informação e análise com Roberto Motta. O Resumo da Manhã é transmitido de segunda a sexta, às 13h. Ative as notificações do programa e acompanhe ao vivo!

A normally shy boy gains swagger when he puts on his high school's mascot costume, but his confidence is tested when a mythological threat arises on the football field. Cast: Andrew Walker as Conrad, Bonny Skarstedt as Freia, Ian Parker as Lars, and Spencer Linton and Jarom Jordan as the announcers. For more Spencer and Jarom, check out their podcast "BYU Sports Nation." You can contact us at kaboompodcast@byu.edu. If you like the show, rate us and leave us a review—we're a brand new show, so it will help more people find us!

No podcast ‘Notícia No Seu Tempo', confira em áudio as principais notícias da edição impressa do jornal ‘O Estado de S. Paulo' desta quinta-feira (02/02/2023): Por 49 votos a 32, Rodrigo Pacheco (PSD-MG) foi reeleito para dois anos de mandato na presidência do Senado. A apertada margem sobre Rogério Marinho (PL-RN), ex-ministro de Jair Bolsonaro, mostra que o presidente Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva (PT) contará com uma base de sustentação apertada para aprovar reformas e terá de negociar, principalmente as mudanças constitucionais. Na Câmara, Arthur Lira (PP-AL) também foi reconduzido à presidência, mas com a maior votação da história. Dos 513 deputados, 464 votaram nele. Lira deu ao Centrão os principais postos de comando da Casa. E mais: Política: MP Eleitoral vai reavaliar prestação de contas de ministro Economia: Copom mantém Selic em 13,75% e indica que pode prolongar aperto no juro Metrópole: 30 meninas Yanomamis engravidaram de garimpeiros, dizem indígenas Internacional: Rússia amplia ataques e prepara nova ofensiva Esportes: Federação de atletas sugere punir Abel e Palmeiras reage Caderno 2: Viagem ao universo enigmático de LynchSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Podden er tilbake, post partum! Ingen dum episode å starte med hvis du er ny lytter av podden – velkommen!Lise snakker med Anna Jæger for å sjekke inn etter hun har tatt vinutdannelsen sin. Var det verdt det? Kan man elske naturvin og fortsatt være sommelier? Samt: tips til de som sanker spiselige planter, kvinnelige supersmakere og hvilken vin man skal drikke til Freia sin popkorn-sjokolade.Instagram-handles:Lise @thatnorwegianwineladyAnna @vinjeger Vinen vi drakk var Super Modeste 2021 fra Domaine de Sulauze Denne episoden er sponset av vinskap.no!

Jorge Natan recebe Fred Huber, Sergio Lobo e Arthur Muhlenberg para analisar derrota no Brasileirão e projetar confronto na Copa do Brasil, cercado de ansiedade por parte da torcida.

Jorge Natan recebe Cahê Mota e Arthur Muhlenberg para analisar atuação contra o Athlético-PR e o começo do Flamengo no Brasileirão 2022, além de projetar confronto contra a Universidad Católica.

This week your host, Dave Nelson, CEO of Chardon Physical Therapy, sits down with the owner of Taproot Yoga, Freia Ramsey! Freia is a dear friend of the podcast and we couldn't be more thrilled to chat with her in this week's episode. If you would like to leave feedback or have any comments, please reach out to dave@chardonpt.com

Have you ever wanted to work with a goddess or connect with a matron deity for wisdom, guidance, and support? To be honest, I never really did and never really worked with goddesses in my own practice until I discovered that the asteroid, Diana, is exactly conjunct my moon! There are hundreds, (maybe thousands), of asteroids named after goddesses that are Greek, Roman, Norse, Celtic, Germanic, Sumerian, Egyptian, Chinese, Japanese, Aztec, Inuit, and probably other cultures too! Finding goddess asteroids in your chart, especially those that are very close to your sun, moon, or personal planets, is a powerful way to discover goddesses who might be open to working with you - and in fact, who may have even been calling out to work with you since you were born. In this episode, I'm diving into how to explore the spectrum of the divine feminine in your own birth chart and in your own being, how to find goddess asteroids in your chart, and what they can mean for you.  --- To find goddess asteroids in your chart, go to www.astro.com and enter your birth information. Then click on Extended Chart Selection, scroll down to the bottom, and enter the asteroid codes you want to see into the "Additional Objects" dialogue box or choose them from the alphabetical listing. Here are the asteroid codes for some popular goddesses you might want to find in your chart:  1 - Ceres 2 - Pallas 3 - Juno 4 - Vesta / 34 - Hestia 10 - Hygiea 14 - Psyche 16 - Fortuna 19 - Proserpina / 399 - Persephone 33 - Isis 76 - Freia 78 - Diana / 105 - Artemis 100 - Hekate 318 - Magdalena 580 - Selene 4227 - Kaali 5381 - Sekhmet 7088 - Ishtar --- Want professional, intuitive insight on the goddess asteroids in your chart? Book a Goddess Codes written astrology reading with me today!