On my way to Svartlamon, the area which I presented in yesterday´s post, I walked through Lademoen. In the 80ies I worked here as a deacon, my job was to visit old, lonely people.
I was young then. Married for a few years only, the mother of two wonderful small boys. This was my first job. A fumbling start, but soon I loved it. I loved the life in the huge old church, I loved my colleagues, but most of all I loved the visits. The people I met. The lives I was shown. The tales I was told.
I remember one sweet, old lady. Every time she wanted me to visit her she called the church office; "Hi, can you send the girl up to me?"
The Girl! I was 27! I felt so mature........
......and it must have been around that time the church secretary found my first grey hair.....
So many lives became alive to me as I walked around. All these people are dead now, and I wonder - are they still remembered, where are their lives now, how do we bring history forward, how do we bring the people we meet with us?
Some of the houses at Lademoen have small signs, telling about one of the persons who has lived in the house.
But what about all the others?
And my thoughts wander......
.....what about my own life.
Where will I be in 10 years? In 25?
After my death?
Appropriate thoughts on the day before Halloween, or what?
Well, one thing I know for sure though.
I am living today, I am living here and now,
and I also know that I am living the life God has given me to live
.......though from time to time it is hard to know which direction to chose in a multitude of crossroads........not to talk about roundabouts.