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.
