Morning has broken here in the tiny little place in Sweden where I am with a group of deacons. Our pilgrimage has started.
The others are still a asleep, while I am out on my morning walk. In silence.
Morning walks are sacred for me.
Then I am back inside. I open internet and my blog and it is like having you all around. We are talking about divinity, about holy places, about what is sacred for us.
As you take me into your heart, your words, your love fill me.
People are sacred for me. You are. Not as a cliché, but as real people, of flesh and blood, created by The Creator.
Last night I read a legend about creation, When God gave snow colour.
We all sat in silence and prayers, letting God fill our minds.
This morning, before breakfast, I will read a little tale about time.
What you have shared will follow me through my day, through this pilgrimage. Some time tomorrow we will talk about sacredness, divinity, holiness in the group. I will share some of your words.
And the coming days, months, years, I will continue to work on this theme.
Thanks fopr being here with me.
Thanks for being YOU!