Text and images Britt Arnhild Wigum Lindland
The cathedral is being cleaned. A five floor scaffolding has been set up in the front of the church, the octogon. Stairs for workmen, and for ordinary people like you and me. In groups of up to 8 people we have climbed the stairs....high up, where the cathedral is richly decorated. Not for human eyes. For God only!
Luckily I am not afraid of heights and climed the stairs the other day, with 7 other people + a guide.
For centuries this part of the cathedral has been closed, only opened a few times, for cleaners and cathedral artists.
Walking on sacred stones. Close to God.
It was dark up there, but the guide's flashlight revealed treasures made for the eyes of The Creator.
I had my confirmation in this cathedral, I was married here. I serve here as a deacon from time to time. I attend masses, like I did again yesterday.
Sometimes I dream about being a gargoyle, a saint or an angel, high up, for Gods eyes only, to be praised, cherished, loved.......for ME, the one I am, truly. Not how I am seen by humans. Seen how I am created by God.
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Another time. Another cathedral. Nature's own:
Can you see the happy, raised hands? They belong to Marta, cousin Tone and Terje. I could have been with them, but somebody needed to be behind the camera.
Yesterday we hiked up to Preikestolen, The Pulpit Rock,an amazing mountain a couple of hours from where my father in law lives.
Together with 1 million tourists (false), 2 million flies (true!) and 3 million steep steps (true!!), we made it up to the top, and down again. The downhill climbing was the hardest on my knees. But I feel so absolutely proud to make this blog post, showing the world that I made it :-)
Between the tips of our noses and the sea - 608 meters.
It was a steep walk, and difficult to walk on the stones. I had to concentrate, and alot of the time my eyes were fixed on the stones under my feet. At one point I lamost stepped on a small ant. It was so busy, waking with her goal ahead, not seeing any of the beauty around her. As my thoughts reached this point I rised my eyes and the Preikestolen plateau was right in front of me. The beauty was so intense it sent waves down my spine. The ant kept on and saw none of this.
How often is our life like this. We look right ahead, busy with our everyday life. never time to rise our eyes to see the beauty.
Sometimes I wonder why I keep on travelling the world with all this beauty of Norway around. Then I think twice, and I know :-)
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