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You dance over me while I am unaware – You sing all around when I do not hear…

Just got back from a conference in Estonia, from a forest full of little blue precious flowers and dirt roads to walk bare feet on. I was delighted to be in the presence of the Holy Spirit, to have Him break through darkness and reach me. The Lord is good. I feel I’m somehow back to being me, back to realising and knowing God is greater, that the Holy Spirit will come thru. Hope and faith begin to be restored again.

The movies I always loved as a child were Indiana Jones – and the TV-series about MacGyver. I still love the feel of them, or perhaps, the memory of them as I have not seen either in so many years. And the title music! There’s just something so thrilling and enticing in them!

However, I still remember MacGyver making a tunnel out of barrells to save a girl who’d fallen into a pit, and I remember how he created this …hot air balloon out of like shirt and a tin can and a lighter or something, sending it off  to get a message out when he for some reason was imprisoned. The thing I liked about him, was him being so clever and not macho. I can’t recall him being macho (but hey, I was like 6, little did I comprehend about such things). I liked his anti-violence. I cannot remeber him ever shooting a gun.

Now Indiana then…. I mostly liked the adventure. The danger. The thrill. He as a person was not all that appealing, not compared to MacGyver and his witts. Perhaps I did register a bit of being macho, altho I was but a wee child.

I want to be part of something bigger. I want to sew clothes. I want to paint, draw. Sketch. I want to walk around in nature, being struck by the beauty of it all. I want to get my own trangia and go for long hikes. Sleep under the stars – in Gods fabulous One Million Stars Hotel. Read lots and lots of books. Enjoy simplicity. Not being involved in every activity available. Find a Nia class. See a Rolfer. Go to a Oslo Gospel Choir concert. Cycle around, not knowing where I am but having faith in my ability to find my way back. Being unattached from so many sammanhang. Be creative. Enjoy simplistic solitary. Dance furiously and beautifully. Sing in the rain. Walk around town. Picking up works by C.S. Lewis that I lay down a few years ago not really being able to grasp (but longing for the day when I’d give them another go). Meet an internet friend. Find a cell group. Integrate art and creativity with nursing. Bring others into the joy of creating. Expand my imagination. Drink lots of post work latte. Learn a new language, that, I right now, cannot take very seriously, it’s way to funny!

To delight in a slower pace, which I struggle to create here and now – not that I feel I’m even trying very hard.