onsdag 3. august 2011

Summer and the bluebells

It is summer in the island and the bluebells are blooming.

The past days have been filled with tears for the victims of Oslo and Utøya. My walks are filled with prayers and questions.

lørdag 4. juni 2011

A storm is passing

A storm has been passing my small island. I was awake part of the night, enjoyed listening to the winds blowing. My morning walk today took me to a part of the island where I seldom walk.

Now I am wondering about the story of this abandon house.

Makes a great tale.


lørdag 23. april 2011

Happy Easter

I was up early and met the rising sun while walking along the beach.
It has rained during the night, or is it the morning dew?

Christ is Risen. Alleluja!

søndag 13. mars 2011

I can smell spring today

Spring was in the air during my walk along the sea this morning. Soon colours will burst.

søndag 24. oktober 2010

Morning on the island

Sunday morning on the island. Life is never boring here. The sky, the wind, the sea, the birds. I wanted to throw stones on the water, but didn't want to disture the ducks.

søndag 26. september 2010

Colors before winter

Autumn is knocking on my door, peeking through my windows. A deep, warm color palette fills my island. But still there are signs of summer which hesitate to leave.
I don't know the name of this flower, which opens only when the sun shine on her. It is so beautiful, I think I will take some of her color and keep it in my heart through the long, dark winter.

lørdag 25. september 2010

Flying south

I couldn't stop looking up into the sky while I was out walking today. The migrant birds are busy, gathering in groups, first small, then growing. They make a lot of noise, I am sure they are looking forward to their long flight, and most of all to reach their goal.

My days of migrating south during winter are gone.
Now I live with the seasons here on my small island. I am where I am supposed to be. I thank God for every day. Rain or shine. Spring, summer, autumn, winter.