Ten Days

I’ve been absent from this blog because my German friends were visiting for 10 days, and I wanted to be entertaining. Here are some photos of my attempts at introducing them to the swedish culture.


We went to cozy cafés and my friend took photos of all the cakes and tried to figure out the ingredients.


My girls helped picking flowers for my dads 50th birthday, and all my relatives thought they were lovely.


I tried to do most of my studying while they were busy or (almost) sleeping.


And on the last day we went out with the boat. Here is when we parked/crashed into a tree, to have some hot chocolate.

It’s a bit empty now, but I’m still happy happy and grateful, because it’s been so good. And now spring is coming and time is moving softly, slowly, but securely.

Joy to you (don’t be alone) ★

Painting in the forest

So cozy. Very zen. But honestly also a bit boring, I don’t know why I feel that way about painting flowers.

(I just have to add, because I was gonna post this but then I looked out the window this morning, and saw:


I hope the flowers are okay.)

Bus thoughts (on Art)

What’s the point of anything? I don’t know. But it exists. And we exist. The things around us are what we know,  the sound of the bus, the trees outside the window, that’s reality right now. And I can change that. I sing a song under my breath, and suddenly that’s the sound of the world right now. I can make a sculpture, so that’s what people see. We can change what’s around us, change what this is, and so change who we are. There’s so much space, and art is being intentional when filling it up.

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That’s the only meaning we know.

Walking Thoughts of a Sunday Evening

I walked through the forest today, just after the sun had set, but while the sky was still clear enough that it could have been a cloudy midday. The birds were singing like crazy, as if trying to call the day back. The forest floor was covered in green leaves and white buds that made my heart hurt. Soon those flowers will bloom and it will look like it has been snowing again, until they die and leave space for summer. I looked and walked and thought that this was the saddest sadness I’d ever seen. The birds see death and think of birth, and I see birth and think of death.


And so I walk the road towards my death. Towards the end of me and the start of you.

For those of us who know who Jesus is, it might be difficult to understand why he had to do what he did.

But for those of us who know who we are, it’s easy to understand.