Summer and the bluebells

It is summer in the island and the bluebells are blooming.

The past days have been filled with tears for the victims of Oslo and Utøya. My walks are filled with prayers and questions.

A storm is passing

A storm has been passing my small island. I was awake part of the night, enjoyed listening to the winds blowing. My morning walk today took me to a part of the island where I seldom walk.

Now I am wondering about the story of this abandon house.

Makes a great tale.



Happy Easter

I was up early and met the rising sun while walking along the beach.

It has rained during the night, or is it the morning dew?

Christ is Risen. Alleluja!

I can smell spring today

Spring was in the air during my walk along the sea this morning. Soon colours will burst.