Monday, July 30, 2012

Red also means Danger

Psalm 107:29" They reeled to and fro, and staggered like a drunken man, and all their wisdom was swallowed up--
They cried unto the LORD in their trouble, and He brought them out of their distresses.
He made the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof were still" (Hebrew version).

My Christian ethic theories are pretty much the same as those of other people, be they Christian, Humanists, Buddhist or Holistic.

When it comes to practice, I both spiritually and literally tend to stumble and fall.
Last week we had a rare sunny, but cold day. (So far we've had the most rain summer in eighty years).
We went out on the island to one of the roughest, remotest, but also most beautiful beaches there.
The wind and the waves are always howling in from the west. Wading there there, (one dare not swim), is like being absorbed in by nature. It kind of opens its door and let you experience its splendor for a precious moment. Cool, living, salt water, sand between my toes and the roaring of the waves, never ending, never at ease.

In summertime there often are intruding snakes in our secluded paradises. Foreign, camping people, who will not pay the small fees of staying in legal and nice camping sites. Instead they squat on nice viewpoints, with neither water nor toilet facilities, most likely not even a dustbin. Result; pollution and taking up space for ordinary visitors.

Result 2; I get irritated and try to chase the squatters away. I am not known to be shy when provoked. I am in fact struggling with my hot temper. 

I climbed up the stones from the beach in order to set the record straight, when I stumbled and sprung my ankle. That very ankle was broken some years ago.
Suddenly my priorities were turned upside down.

I stopped caring about the campers and begged God for mercy. Begged to avoid one more broken ankle.
My foot swell up so that I could not touch the ground with it. I did not go to the ER, I was too tired and in too much pain to sit there. I prayed and held my foot in cold water. I told my family, I just needed to wait and pray. I was heard. 

After a few days I can use my foot a little. Life with and without the use of a foot cannot be compared.
What do I know about how those foreigners would have treated me? Most likely they might even have had weapons on board their vehicles, Gunnar says. 
My shepherd by my right hand did protect me from my own stupidity. 

The little red ball to the right is a marker left by the fisherman so that e can find the crab trap. I think I am equipped with a red ball too, so that the Lord can find me "reeling to and fro, staggering like a drunken man."

Magical Mystery Teacher is hosting Ruby Tuesday 2 together with Gemma Wiseman

Sunday, July 29, 2012

It Is That One Dream

 It is that one dream

It is that one dream we all hold

That something wonderful will come,

Needs to come along?

That the time will come

That the heart will open

That doors will open

That the mountain will open

That springs will spring

That the dream will open

That we one morning will glide

right into a bay we did not know.

The poem is written by one of my favorite poets, Olav H. Hauge and on my request translated into English by Serina Ljung.
Pictures from the island at Ferkingstad beach.