@brittarnhild
I went back to work and it started to rain. For a week. Then Saturday came and the rain stopped. My two breakfast friends had left and I sat out in the garden with a book. I did not read a word. Instead I looked at the air, the flowers, the glass bird, the dry seeds flying in the wind, the sun rays.
I looked up to the sky and looked directly into God´s eyes.
Celtic spirituality talks about the thin film between heaven and earth. As I sat there, with the book in my lap, there was no fil mere at all. Heaven was open.
There and then God had an out of season spring cleaning.
Now the angels are playing ping-pong with all my dust balls.
