text and images britt-arnhild
My diary has been sleeping for several weeks now. Somehow I have forgotten it.....almost. From time to time I´ve told myself to dig it out from the cabinet where it is hiding, but then the though has flown away, on wings of living here and now.
I´ve had time enought, it is not that.
With my cold, my troublesome sinues and my sick leave, time enough has become a luxury to cherish every day. And to fill.......... with life.
And with magic.
Today is time though, to dig out my diary, to open it, and to fill pages with words life.
I want to write about yesterday night´s dinner.
Friends filling our table to celebrate Terje.
To celebrate friendship.
We shared a meal.
We talked.......about everything.
After the turkey, filled with grandaunt Anna´s stuffing which is to die for,
we continued with cakes,
coffee flavoured with chocolate and chilli,
and more words.
Around midnight our friend Helga summed up the evening:
"Life is an interesting place. I am glad and thankful I am here"
life is an interesting place,
life is magic.
I am glad I am living it!
My every step is a step of thankfulness.
Photos: the cormorants near the cathedral