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You already know the start. The amazing not Annapurna nor Himalaya but my own perfect view of sea, sky and mountains. We had a long, slow breakfast, and soon afterwards Terje was out, doing carpentry. From time to time he called my name "BrittArnhild, I need your help" and all of a sudden I found myself up in the ladder, or down on safe ground, giving a helping hand. But most of the time Terje was busy with his tasks, I with mine.
My task was mostly writing about Nepal. With the help of notes in my journal, I traveled back in time. I remembered, I reflected, I stopped to remember again, I smiled, I prayed, I longed back.
At midday it was time for a break. A work in the cabin garden break. Spring is late, something I am very happy about. No spring while I was away. Now I can enjoy every minute of it, from the very beginning. Looks like several of my cabin roses have died during the long, hard winter. And only a few daffodills seem to have survived. But the cherry tree looks strong, and a group of white crocuses looks like they plan to enjoy their lives fully. For a long time.
Lunch outdoors. More writing. A nap. Coffee. Words again. Time traveling to Nepal. And more words. Making dinner. Eating. Doing the dishes together. Finishing a book for my upcoming reading group.
The slow life. The good life. The peaceful life.
And I know, deep in my heart, that the change between travels and home, between busy and slow, between alone and together.......that's the tapestry which gives my life beauty.
