It is the period of lent and my main blogging is happening over in my Norwegian blog Blåklokkeveien. If you don´t read Norwegian you might still enjoy the photos, and it is always a possibility to try google translate ;-)
As soon as Terje hears the world snow, he is making plans for his next cross country skiing. And as soon as the first snow flakes starts to fall, he is out on his skis. I need more time. A lot more time. But I do love skiing and I do love nature, so this morning, just after breakfast, I was out with my cross country ski hero. My every day life hero.
It is a year since I had skis on my feet so I felt stiff in the beginning. But it didn´t take me long to find my old young self. After all I am Norwegian, I was born with skis on my feet.
Cross country skiing for me means finding a cosy place somewhere out in the forest where we can sit down with hot chocolate, pastries and sharing an orange.
Do you know that snow can be a lot of different things. I have heard that the Sami people have quite a few different words for it, in Norwegian we use adjectives to describe the snow. Today the snow has been kram which means that it is wet and perfect to form. After bearkfast Terje went out cross country skiing. "The day is so perfect, I plan to be out for a couple of hours" Terje said as he kissed me goodbye. Fine, I thought, two hours with my books and knitting until he is back and we can start our Saturday chores together - shopping, hoovering, baking.......
Before sitting down I had to fill the bird feeders though, and as soon as I came out into the garden I knew I could not go in again. I hadn´t made snowman in a hundreds years, not since I was a child, or at least not since the kids were toddlers, but once learnes it stays in your hands and fingers,
and soon the garden had new inhabitants, a snowman daddy, a snowman mummu and three snowmen kids, with sunflower seeds as eyes, tiny twigs as arms.
We are freezing, the dad and the youngest kid cried, and I was sent indoors to knit scarves for them.
I have put a thinking cap on, wondering where to lead my blog. Having just passed 11 years of almost daily blogging, I sometimes wonder if I have said it all. Of course I have not. As God continues to create new days, new life, there is always more to tell, to share, to see, to experience, to feel, to smile, to laugh, to cry.......
Snapchat is growing in popularity here in Norway. You download the app to your smartphone or your tablet, and then you can share photos and/or videos. The pictures can be seen only once, for a few seconds only, never more than 10, and then they are deleted (you can cheat though and take a screenshot ;-))
I have been on snapchat for some time, friends with our kids, and a few friends, but a few months ago I opened another account, this one for my garden only.
In the beginning I snapped only photos, but now I share more and more videos. It is so much fun, a wonderful way to share inspiration.
I would love to add one of the videos here, but I haven´t figured out how to do it. But if you have snapchat, you find me at username: akeleiehagen
The squirrels are always busy in our garden. They love the pinecones, which we have a lot of, and they steal sunflower seeds from the birds. Well, may be not actualy stealing, there are seeds enough for both birds and squirrels.
During the winter months they are much more shy than during summer, and most of the photos I shot are though the (some times dirty) living room window.
A garden is not only flowers and trees. Birds and animals are an essential part of it.
I have mixed feelings about what to blog about today. I am Norwegian, I live in a country who send refugees back, out into the icy cold, back to war, back to religious persecution, back to a future with no hope. I want to shout out to the world, but most of all to the politicians in Norway who are in charge of this inhuman policy. I want to tell them, again, that I am not afraid of losing some of the social benefits I have as a Norwegian citizen. I am ready to share. Share it with my sisters and brothers of the world. I am ashamed of being a Norwegian. I want to hide. I want to.......
.......well, this is not a political blog. The voice I use here is different. I want to share beauty. I want to continue to believe in a world where beauty exist. I need the beauty of creation to maintaining hope.
So I put some warm clothes on an walk out in the winter wonderland outside a hotel somewhere not far from Oslo, where I am spending the weekend.
And I try to fill the air with prayers.
For my Syrian sister. For my Pakistani brother. For the leaders in Norway, in the rest of the world.
All texts and photos by Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
I am living in a red house surrounded by a blue garden near Trondheim, Norway.
I love everydays and post about my steps through life.
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