text and images britt-arnhild
It was the mailbox which caught my attention first. I stopped and in the blink of an eye I could imagine thick envelopes with exotic stamps, friends around the world, sitting down at an old, worn desk writing page after page.
and I was hooked.
The little green house looked at me, smiled, mirrored herself in my wide open blue eyes and whispered: I know I am beautiful, but people today are so busy, they walk by in great haste, looking down on the pavement, speaking into their cell phones, with no time to stop and let my look into their eyes. I love to look into the eyes of people, your blue eyes are a perfect match to my green colour. Thanks for appreciating my beauty.
In my dreams I moved right in.
I stood outside the little green house for a long time. Hidden by a lush hedge. Now, two days later I am regretting that I didn´t speak to the middle aged lady.
Now the green house can live in my dreams as a sanctuary. A place where I can come back to again and again. Dreaming. Creating. Charge my batteries. Be silent.
I have been in Härnösand, on the North Western coast of Sweden for a few days, with my colleagues, visiting the diocese administration there.