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I am afraid God has forgotten his rainbow promise. In Trondheim icy cold rain is pouring down, and the weather forecast tells us it will go on and on and on for a long time still.
Lucky me to have a break in Oslo.
In the sun.
Two days filled with meetings, but as one of my meetings was cancelled in the last minute, I got some time out to enjoy spring.
Walking through Slottsparken I came just in time for the changing of the gards.
10 years ago Torgeir was one of the King´s Guards. In the tattoo company.
Can you imagine I was a proud mother!
I was The Proud Mother!
I still am.
The Proud Mother, I mean.
Of four.
Being a mother, being a parent, is a life filled with blessings. Every day. Every minute of the day. It also means concerns. Worries. Prayers. Love. Comfort. Laughter. Tears.
The rainbow of feelings (......oh God, please don´t remember your rainbow promise........)
We can keep our kids in our hands only for a limited time. Our open hands are their base, from where they must learn to fly.
How often would I like to close my hands. Keep the kids closer to my heart. Hug them. Tell them how much I love them.
Close hands can get clammy.
Close love as well.
Dear God, teach me every day to keep my hands open.
Thank you that Your Hands are there to receive when mine fail.
I sat down at the front terrace of Kunstnernes Hus (The House of the Artists). Leaving my suitcase close to the table, my coat over a free chair, I walked inside to order a cup of coffee.
"Oh, I am sorry, actually we are closed today, but as the weather is so nice we keep the door open while we clean. Being closed emands that we have no food to sell, but we can offer you a cup of coffee if you want. Would that be okay"
Black coffee
Sun
Spring in the Air
A blessed mother´s thoughts and musings.

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