I love Trondheim, I love my city. Several times a week I grab my camera or my cameras and go for walks. Along the river, up and down streets, down to the harbour, inside art galleries, along pedestrian streets. Every time I see something new, always I see the old and familiar.
I stop for a coffee. I continue my walking. And my photographing.
Yesterday the light from a low winter sun caught my eyes. Look at the way the sun plays with the green.
I have lived in Trondheim almost all my life and know every nook and corner. I know every nook and corner and I discover new treasures at every glance.
The "outside" Trondheim, the facades, are familiar like my own jeans pockets.
Do I know the people, the trondhjemmer, just as well?
Last week we (my staff at work) spent a day with Trondheim Street Mission (Kirkens Bymisjon) to learn from them more about the people of Trondheim. Prostitutes, drug addicted, lonely people, incest and sexual abuse victims, people in need for special reasons.
When I walk around with my extra eyes, it is easy to see Trondheim's beauty. The people of Trondheim is part of the beauty. Beauty because they all are part of God's creation. But in this beauty there are challenges. How can I reach out my hand, meet the sad eyes, walk with the lonely, sit down to listen, share from what I have been given.
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The day with Kirkens Bymisjon taught me to open my eyes, my arms, my mind, my heart in a new way......to pray the old Birgitta prayer again, for every step I walk: God, show me the way, make me willing to walk it.
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