The day is here. The Santa Lucia day.
The day will start with the traditional Santa Lucia breakfast. Ingrid and Marta made lussekatter last night, during a heavy storm. Another tree fell in the garden (scary) and Terje was having dinner downtown after work, without possibilities to come home, as the police had stopped all the buses. It was too dangerouns to drive. Too dangerous to be outdoors.
The day is here. The funeral day.
The burial seremony will be in the church where I used to be a deacon in the 90ies. My brother, who is a pastor has come down from North Norway to administer.
The day is here. A friend´s birthday. I am invited to a party tonight.
This is how it is, isn´t it?
Lussekatter, and Santa Lucia. Symbols of light. Light stronger than darkness. Light surrending dark.
A pregnant young girl on her way to Bethlehem.
A saviour soon to be born.
Life and death. Light and darness.
And in the middle of it all we are humans trying to life our lives.