Autumn & Winter 25/26
Longing home
Even the ancient Greeks... The word homesickness originates from the original meaning of nostalgia (the Greek nostos 'homecoming' and algos 'pain'). As early as in Homer's Odyssey, the word is used to describe the feeling of a particular kind of painful longing.
The texts included are inspired by the Swedish poem About the Beggar from Luossa written by Dan Andersson in 1917, now adapted by ChatGPT. The original poem is public domain. The included poems are a modern paraphrase and not a direct quote.
The pictures in the catalogue were taken at the local heritage museum Åsgårdarna in Säter, Dalarna. We thank Kurt Fosselius for his trust and for allowing us to visit these beautiful, historic houses.
There is something beyond the mountains,
beyond the flowers and the song,
there is something behind the stars,
behind my burning heart.
Do you hear something going and whispering
in the quiet, gentle rustle?
There is something that is silenced
and that cannot be spoken.
There is something that seeks me
– never found in the seeking –
there is something that plays with me
– in my heart, hidden and hot.
There is something I want to own
without it being attainable,
there is something I want to say
but that is never acknowledged.
There is something I want to give you
that only life can lose,
there is something I want to call
to which I never receive a reply.
There is something that must kill,
there is something that must become,
there is something in my soul
crying out for the answer of the universe.
There is something beyond
all skies, all stars,
there is something behind this,
behind what we call ours.
There is something within us that
is distant like a bird,
there is something behind things,
something beyond what we can reach.
Longing home
Home is not always where we started, but where we allow ourselves to rest. A place not measured in miles, but in breaths that soften the chest. It is where the gaze does not need to guard, where the heart can beat without hiding.
To breathe without haste, to face the mirror without demands, to feel that every step brings us closer to ourselves. Home is when loneliness no longer feels like emptiness, but like a quiet embrace.
One day we realize that longing home was never a direction – it was a movement inward. And then, in the midst of the silence, we hear the warm, safe voice that says:
“You are home now.”