Text and images Britt-Arnhild Wigum Lindland
I prayed for silence. For time to reflect.
All of a sudden I got almost too much of it.
No, not too much. The perfect amount.
Time for walking.
Finding tracks in my city almost unknown to me. Finding paths in my mind I didn't know about.
For every step I lean on His words; seek, and you shall find
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Memories from Syria and another walk in prayers:
My travel diary follows me everywhere when I travel. In Syria it was a black Moleskin, right pages for writing, left pages for photos, tickets, recipes and so on. On the last morning I sat outside my hotel room in the fairy tale hotel, trying to write down a few impressions.
I didn't finish my travel diary while we travelled. It was never enough time for that. But I wrote down key words along the road to work from now.
Every night now I bring out the Moleskin to capture more memories. Words are important and so are my hundreds of photos.
A photo says more than a thousand words. Is that true? Well, I can agree to some degree, but I would never be without the words. To paint with them is my art.
What does this photo tell you?
And what about this one? The photo alone say nothing about a stop along the road because of stomack problems in the group, me out with my camera, a truck driver ready to leave saw me, gave me his most wonderful smile and with his hands told me that he wanted me to take his photo. Sweet memory from the blink of an eye.
Ready to walk the 380 steps up to Deir Mar Musa, a monastery in the desert north of Damascus which must get its own chapter one day.
Breakfast at Pullman hotel in Aleppo.
Praying time.......
