New Perspectives

A few days ago Sarah and I hiked one of the seven mountains here. Its name is Mt. Fløyen, and the view from on top is absolutely brilliant. Although we took the train, most Norwegians hike up and down, no problem. We even saw five-year-old kids with real backpacking gear on, like what they sell at Scheeles for adults. I just stood there, staring.

I hope to spend a lot of time on these mountains over the next two years. It's good to go often to those places that makes one feel small. Mountains do that more than anything, I think.

And when you get too overwhelmed with the majestic nature of the mountains, just take a walk through them instead, and experience the intimacy of the forest. I very much prefer this. The forest is so full of creativity, I feel like I could stand and look at a single tree for hours upon end. But before I know it, the running stream, or butterfly, or moss, or shade of green, or flicker of sunlight, or...one of those tough Norwegians attempting to run UP the mountain...distracts me and I must continue on my merry way.

I wonder if I could drink out of this stream...maybe one day I'll try. Or maybe I'll just pretend like I can. Yes, that's much better.