Angel dance and angel snow

We wanted snow and snow as long as the eyes could see, and new snow to fall, inbetween…., and it shound cover everything that could remind of other times of the year, not even a grass straw…..Towards late autumn when the temperature fell, I added a sentence to my evening prayer, before amen: ‘Can’t you let it snow tomorrow, please God?!’ If He waited till November with strewing out the first snow….that was unlawfully late…… A good sign was ice blanket on the river. Then …. one morning the world was white!!….I was lucky if it happened on a Monday, Wednesday or Friday; those were school free days, so I was out all day to enjoy every snowflake there were…… In the evening I felt nearly like a service in the church…the twilight hour….. And you know, people are wondering if angels are really existing…. For us thar was not a question: we simply made them in the snow…..as the most self evidently matter on earth…

Angels in the snow we made
when we were small
We were lying in the cold snow
….rather newly fallen…
like an ironed carpet….
and made angels in thousands
with even wings or laced
Then we arose slowly
jumped to the side
not to destroy the dresss….
Then we jumped from angel to angel
and made angel dance in the snow room

The best was to lay in the angels
and look straight up to the sky
with stars and stars as far as we could see
…and beyond was the real heaven
we knew for certain…

When angels are jumping loops

Angels know everything. Sing. Dance. Give you a warm embrace – without arms. Jump in loops- foreward as well as backwards. The even know how to be naughty; but they are never doing bad things to each other, like mobbing. That is not angel like…in any way… Think…if we could be more angelic! Especially now in the Advent time. And even more; after Christmas, in January….

Whispering white angel
If you are quite silent, you might hear the white angel
tell happy news in wintery cold
The angel in the white cloud
sees and hears
message from spheres we can only sense
Listen and try to feel the silent message
for the wonderer

…and they saw his star in the east….

The mightiest starry sky I have ever seen was on the 31.December 1998. We were in our cabin ‘Solbjargr’ high up in the mountain in Gol. It was my first time to really see and understand this phenomenon ‘The Milky Way’. As we turned into Anno Domine 1999 .. in this cold wintry night… we were in unity with the myriades…. we took part in the big wholeness. We are wandering together in ‘The Winter Way’…

Our small candles for advent celebration are like stars in the night. Imagine we could look at all the small candles beeing lit all around in our tiny little country! We are together …. just now….

Understand The Milky Way?
It will always be a wandering in wondering
here underneath the myriades

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…..

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