Saturday, April 24, 2010

Images of Easter

According to the church calendar, it is Easter for 50 days. I am so glad for that. It's a good excuse for not allowing yourself to get too sad. My Easter this year was one of the most joyful in my 22 years of life. So, here's the story.

Chapter 1: Little girl from Brooklyn, New York, comes all the way to Bergen, Norway to visit her friend, Rebecca. Immediately after the plane lands, she goes on her first Norwegian hike.

They do simple things together...Sunday walks in spring skirts,

strolls by the harbor in silent rain...the kind of rain drops that fall but never soak through clothing,
and window shopping in stores that are closed for the season.


Chapter 2: To the Fjord.
Trains are satisfying. If they could take a train everywhere in the world, they would.


And old, wooden doors are delightfully poetic. Especially ones that when open, are most inviting, and when closed, are quite fearful to the passerby.

But white, wooden fences on the other hand, are always gentle and do not hide anything dark within themselves.

What does one do with a day on the fjord? She couldn't tell you.

But I'm sure you could guess.

Chapter 3: Grieg

It's good to spend some time with Grieg. After all, he was a rather short man, and had a certain kind of inspirational philosophy to life.

Chapter 4: More mountains
They have just climbed the vicious Mt. Ulriken.

Chapter 5: A Rainy Good Friday

They have found the children's corner at the local art museum. Complete with gigantic, red pillows! Perfect for taking a little rest before the mass begins.

Chapter 6: The Preparation

Mourning can only last so long, and Saturday is filled with the preparation. Preparation for something big.

Chapter 7: The Celebration

An explosion of joy occurred on Sunday. It turned out that this Jesus everyone talked about was no longer dead. Well, this changes everything, doesn't it?




And who has met more beautiful people? Surely they can't be found in New York.

But the little girl from Brooklyn disagreed, and had to return to the rustle and bustle of angry people and honking horns. Norway misses her. But her friend from Bergen misses her even more. But I know she will return. After all, who could leave Norway and never return? Surely not I.