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And they saw His star in East….

The mightiest starry sky I ever saw, was December 31 in 1998, at Solbjargr, our cabin in Gol mountain. It was the first time ever I really saw and understood The Milky Way…. as we entered the ‘Year of the Lord’ 1999 we stood outside with children and some grandchildren….in the cold winter’s night…… and were in unity with the stars….we belonged to the big Oneness. We are wandering together on the big Wintry Way…. Our small Advent candles are like stars in the night….. Imagine we could look down to all the small lit candles being lit around in the world ! We are together….just now….. nett no…….

Understand The Milky Way?…..
it will always be a wandering in wondering…..
here underneath the myriad’s…..

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Og dei såg hans stjerne i aust….

Den mektigaste stjernehimmelen eg nokon gong har sett, var 31.desember 1998, på Solbjargr, hytta vår i fjellet i Gol. Det var første gong eg verkeleg såg og forsto dette med Melkeveien. Idet vi gjekk inn i ‘Det Herrens år’ 1999 stod vi ute….i kalde vinternatt…… og var eitt med stjernene…..vi høyrde til i den store samanhengen. Vi vandrar saman på ‘Vintergatan’…..
Våre små adventslys er som stjerner i mørket. Tenk om vi kunne sjå ned til alle dei små lysa som vert tende rundt i vårt lille land! Vi er saman…… nett no…….

Forstå Melkeveien?…..
det blir nok alltid ei vandring i undring…..
her under myriadene…..

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Expectations

Before Christmas, when I was a little girl, in a tiny little village in Norway inland – midst the tight woods – dark evenings with stars and snow upon…. expectation – Christmas Eve is so far away. I believe nobody could be as impatient as me…  I counted days, many times a day. Christmas never comes!
My Mother was making new cloths to me and to the rest of the family. I remember especially one dress; red with a chequered wowen pattern, wide collar with a velvet ribbon, the skirt was plisse and reached beyond my knees. Usually only ladies had these long dresses at that time, so I felt  quite important…
The dress was so nice, but it was a big scar: It was woollen,  and it was terrily itching; I was longing to put iot on, because I liked to dress up, and this was more than ‘sunday nice’. But always some hampering the joy, sensitive child skin did not correspond to itching wool! Oh, what problems we had…in the fifties…..

Find small dimples
in your dailydays
creap into one
and feel how warm it is