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The first candle in the advent wreath is lit. It is burning to remind me that this is a different time of the year. A time for reflections and mindfullness. I time in solitude, but also a time for togetherness, with family, friends, people I meet along the road. Daylight fills the livingroom. The candle is still burning. Burning a hole in the day to help me see.
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@brittarnhild
I am getting the house and the garden ready for advent.
Tomorrow the first candle in the advent wreath will burn,
and on Tuesday I will open the first door in my advent calendar.
I hope you will join me.
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@brittarnhild
In Dublin earlier this year I bought a book by Adam Ford, The Art of Mindful Walking. The book is beautifully marbelled, hardbound, and I have been looking forward to read it. A few days ago I opened it and started to read, and the book is nothing at all like I thought it would me. Not that there is anything wrong with is, it just doesn´t connect with what I expect.
I will continue to read the book and I am sure it is going to give me something. But more than that, the title has found a place in my mind. The Art of Mindful Walking.......I am saying it aloud and it creates something in me. An awareness of who I am, where I am and where my path is taking me.
I was walking in the arboret today, and as I walked I realised I was doing a mindful walking. My feet, even though I had thick goretex shoes, could feel the colourful leaves. My nose, even though I am again struggling with a sinus infection, could smell the soil. My body rejoiced while getting the exercise. My eyes saw the beauty of the day.
I am a walker. I love to walk. Long walks, Short walks. Mostly alone but also together with Terje. When I walk my thoughts walk with me.
Come to think of it, I guess I am a Mindful Walker.
And to try to master the art, I have made a new cathegory here on the blog; Mindful Walking.
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@brittarnhild
What is all this talk about a Black Friday? A day for shopping. For a lot of shopping. Shopping for things we already have more than enough of? I don´t understand this Black Friday thing.
There is one thing I do know though. I hate the idea of a Black Day, so I am going to make it a Day of Many Colours. I will make sure that I have cash in my purse, not only my credit card. I will take a long walk downtown. And I will share my cash with all those who need it more that I do.
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@brittarnhild
The garden is covered in snow now. I am still out almost every day hunting for photos for @akeleiehagen on instagram, but of course flower photos are impossible to get now. Well, at least photos of fresh flowers. So instead of continuing with a flower a day photo I have given myself another challenge. I will shoot trees. I have been thinking about doing this for some time, and now when I have actually begun, I see beautiful, majestic, charming, old, new, tiny, tall, thin, fat trees everywhere.
I am just back from an hour of hiking in the daylight (our daylight hours are so few now), and got the first pictures.
As the days of winter unfolds, my tree photos will be posted over in My Year in the World.
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@brittarnhild
King Winter has arrived. With cold and snow and darkness.
His long icicle fingers are everywhere, grabbing for my heart, my mind, my smiles, my laughter, my love. But most of all trying to close my eyes so that I can not see the beauty of creation, the beauty of life. Autumn has been long and mild this year and I must have forgotten to prepare for the dark winter months, for the arrival of the winter king.
I do have my weapons though. I have my heart, my mind, my smiles, my laughter, my love. And I play on the same team as The Creator of all things...........
.....creator of all things? But then He must be the Creator of winter as well.
May be the coming months are not meant to be conquered.
May be King Winter is a friend?
As I am finished thinking these thoughts, writing these words, I look out the window from my first floor studio. In the snow outside, my neighbor and his 3 year old son is playing with a toboggan. The boy´s laughter find its way up to where I sit.....and all of a sudden I see the beauty of winter.......
.......once more.
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@brittarnhild
After 40 years, a new era came to our cabin today. It started last spring, when Terje started to talk about getting electricity. My first reaction was no! NO! The cabin has always been without electricity and shall always remain so. But as the idea ripened in my mind I started to think about all the advantages. Like having enough light to be able to read during the dark nights. Like being able to recharge my computer. Like having an oven for bread baking. Well, long story made short.....I ended up wanting to go for electricity. Terje started the process, meeting delay after delay, but finally, the electrician called last week to tell that we were finally there......almost.
Terje and I were both able to take a day off, and yesterday after work we drove the two hours out to our dear cabin. The light was still not there, so we filled the cabin with burning candles.....wondering how the new era will change cabin life.
This morning I woke early, the world was still completely dark. I went outdoors and stood for a long while under the dark sky with a million stars. Then I went in and lit all the candles from last night, this time for the breakfast table.
The sun rose, and we started to work. To give the electrician space we did put all the funiture, all books and everything on the floor in the middle of the livingroom. Now it was time to get the cabin back into its old self.
A few hours later we were connected.......
.......and Terje started his celebration. To vacuum clean :-)
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@brittarnhild
Ingrid has been home this weekend. It is less than three weeks till her due date and she and I have been busy knitting for the unborn.
Well, Ingrid is doing the knitting. I am just offering my help when she meets challenges she doesn´t know to solve :-)
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