



Flowers and rain.




Flowers and rain.
Me with my actual sister
(in the city, eating ice cream and waiting for the bus home in the 9 pm sunset. I had given her lion face paint at a carneval).



Me with my “I have known your name since before I remember being a person” sister
(in her uncle’s cabin that she has the key to, where we went to spend a day painting but actually spent a day talking).


The other day I made a homemade retreat, by basically going up to our cabin in the forest by myself for three days.

It was quite nice and quite not lonely, my friends came to visit (I mean I asked them to) and we went swimming and rowing and drank hot chocolate by the fire.
And then I went hiking. 

I walked with my headphones on most of the time, listening to a new album I’d looked forward to. It’s the kind of thing it’s easy to judge yourself for, like “we’re not supposed to use technology when enjoying nature” or whatever. But we could also just not judge ourselves and have fun and take our headphones off when we feel like it and put them back on when we feel like it.


summer hugs
Tonight I didn’t really feel like going to bed, and didn’t get tired – just more awake – so I saw the sun set and then saw it rise again. It’s 4.37 now and well technicallly the sun is not up, I can just see the gold behind the trees, but the sky is already a light blue. I went jogging a while ago, at like 4. The birds were being so loud. The forest really smelled like forest, the grass like wet grass. Everything was a bit hazy without my glasses, a bit cool toned without the sun, but the bright and clear and lovely. I put on a wool sweater because the time right before the sunrise is always the coldest. The wind still blew through it when I ran, but when I stopped I was wrapped up in the warmth of the forest. We’ll see when I get up tomorrow. I think I’ll just take a nap now, but we’ll see. Goodnight.
(I slept until like noon.)
Me and Bonnie, she is the queen of taking instagram worthy pictures in front of pretty walls and flowers. Sarasota has a lot of both. She’s quite pretty too. And a great person to talk to about art and Jesus.


I’ve been staying with her and a house full of other friends for a week now before I’m going home to Sweden. It’s been good. Honestly, I could stay in this house forever, eating strawberries for lunch and long conversations for breakfast.
And here are some random photos: sketches I won’t be able to fit in my suitcase when I go, and Katie being her always photogenic self. Her room is great to sneak into when you need cuddles, good conversations and fairy lights.



(Last goodbye from Florida)

(I promise that list filled up with more things, but we really wanted to get some drinks in downtown. We also toured libraries and went to cafés and saw the only view in Sarasota and went to the beach and the movies and ALL THE THINGS you need to do before leaving a place and your roommate for a while.)

Me
and my Clara

and my Florida.

Today I took a walk as the rain started to fall. Someone taped this on the sidewalk. I tried to find meaning in it, but I also try to find meaning in everything these days. I half expected someone to jump out of the bushes to scare me.

And then as the sun started to set I stood painting under the roof of our carport. There’s something nice about painting when the light starts dissapearing, you stop caring about the details since you can’t see the details. If it’s messy, I can clean it up later. I think I’m also gonna add yellow at the bottom, to make it look like some upside down sunset, but I went inside because all the insects were attracted to the light and I already had three mosquito bites on my left hand.

That’s it.
The organisation I’m working with is taking a break. It’s great, really, becase:
A. We need to lay a foundation. There are a lot of different directions you can take a ministry, and sometimes the best way is down. To stop running and dig, so that what grows out of this can be sustainable.
B. All good death is birth pain. We need to let the old things die to become something new.
C. To not give up is good, but sometimes it takes more faith to let go. We don’t want to keep going out of human stubborness or fear. God knows the world is full of companies or churches or whatever that just continue, when in reality they’re tired, the people could be happier somewhere else, and the world would go on without them. Let’s not hold on out of fear. If this is meant to be, it can handle a break.
So the break is great. The only problem is that I all of a sudden have a break. And I’ve just been here for a short time, I don’t need rest or restoration. Or maybe I do, but in a different way, and I don’t know what to do with the months that have been given to me. I have a lot of things to grow in, a lot of foundations I need to lay in myself. But I don’t know where to go, or how to do that. And I’ve had so much time to think that I’ve started to question the things I actually did know.
There’ll be no conclusion to this, no fancy end point, but I wanted to say this: Right now I’m still good, happy and okay. I want to be, regardless of circumstances. Maybe that’s my growth. I need to move out soon and I don’t know where I’m going, but I think we’re allowed to not worry even if we should. I think we’re allowed to be illogically hopeful and overwhelmingly expectant of what the future holds. I think I’m gonna wait here a little bit longer, and I think I’ll know more soon. I think so.
Until then
~
(I put an easel in the middle of the kitchen and my roommate is cutting her hair off listening to Coldplay.)
I always sleep in front of the fireplace because it’s cold in the rooms in our cabin. And possibly because this is cosier, even if my sheets and pyjamas smell like smoke.
