from my cabin. It’s been a while. (I found the double exposure tool in my editing app, it’s all gonna get weirder from here on.)
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Pinterest Inspiration as of lately pt. 6
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) ★
Pinterest Inspiration as of Lately Pt.5
Image of Budapest
Budapest is a good city for walking. Here are some of the things we saw along the way.
And our art was amazing, right?
Kenya Art Journal 6/13
The time we went to Busia. Quick bus sketch and me getting malaria.
Kenya Excitement
In some groups I feel like I have to sit orderly in my seat, but in some I can just collapse on the floor without caring. My outreach team is that sort of group. The guys I go with on a missions trip to Kenya in a month, we hang out and prepare and feel like a family. And I feel like I haven’t been a good speaker lately, but I was gonna do a short preaching for them, for practice, and I could just relax and share my thoughts and I think I got some confidence back. It’s funny, like God knows that Kenya was not my first choice for outreach location so he surprises me by giving me the best people to go with instead.
And I started thinking about the backpack I will carry. I wrote a blog post about it more than a year ago, Here, where I said that it stands in the corner of my cabin like a promise. It’s here now, in the house I share with eight other girls in Florida, USA. I will carry it all over Kenya. And then somewhere else. And I can’t believe that this is my now now, but that backpack will also remain my promise.
Florida mornings and full moon.
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All Good Things Are Wild and Free
I stayed behind yesterday. We went downtown to have a photoshoot and I stayed when my friends went back. I walked around in that detached-from-reality kind of way and looked at how the city I stay in looks like a postcard. Clear skies and shiny metal buildings and palms and palms and palms, sun that makes your face melt off.
Then I sat down on the rocks and was happy.
And this might sound sad, but I loved going to a sea that wasn’t full of memories. In Sweden it’s tiny towns and cozy houses and driftwood, people with wrinkles too deep, an ocean that slowly breaks everything. Here everything just is. No childhood memories. Just sturdy rocks and people dancing.
The bridge before I ran over it.
The bridge after I ran over it, resting on a bench in the shade. My face was so red people gave me worried glances when they saw me.
My postcard wish is that you don’t send me home.
(Also, backstage from the photoshoot..:
wow)
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