text and images britt-arnhild
There is a huge door in my life. The door to the future. The door to the coming moments, days, months. The years ahead. The door is closed and it makes me wonder - what will I find behind? In my heart I keep a bouqet of keys, and from time to time I try one of them. Will I be able to open the door today?
Some days I am able to get a glimpse into the future. I am making plans, doing preparations, looking forward to, dreading. The door opens and I can foresee, I can make myself ready.
I make plans. One by one I build them, like logs. I make them fit well into each other. A safe, predictable, solid structure.
In the planning I can read stories from the past. Bring it with me. Paying forward.
Some days I struggle to find the correct key. To find any key at all. The door is closed. Plans made carefully are not to be.
A surgery. A sick leave.
The keys I have been storing for these weeks are not working.
Keys not working.
What do I do then?
Then I see........I have a lesson to learn.........to forget the keys..........to turn around.........to see what is already here.........unlocked.......
Here.
Now.
The art of living.
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Today I should have gone with the bishop to visit an area of our diocese for the rest of the week. That key didn´t work for me this time.
Instead I am HERE, NOW.......learning to live fully the life given me.
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Mrs Steglich, Kristi, Carol, Pondside, Jennifer, Lorrie, Kate I, Sophie, will you please email me your address and seeds will be on your way.
Anna, Fran, Pam, Marilyn, I already have your addresses.
Did I forget any?
