Angel Visits

Shun electric wire.  
Communicate slowly. Live  
a three-dimensioned life;  
stay away from screens.
- Wendell Berry

Last week I lived the poem, literally.
I stayed away from screens, 
and instead....

....walked barefoot in the grass with my grandson (As for the angel’s feet, please be patient, I’ll explain later.....)

....went sailing with my son and husband. (As for the angel, please be patient, I’ll explain.....)

.....made lots and lots of food, inviting family and friends for a birthday party (yes, mine :-) (As for the angel please.....well, you know....)

.....who in turn honored me with their presence. And presents ....:-) (As for the angel, need I say any more?)

I went to the exhibition opening of an artist friend, the Very Painter of Northern Norway. As you can see, a master of the sea.... (As for the....no need to repeat....)

In the café I was served the cutest tea bag.
As for the angels, let me explain with a quote:

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. 
~George Elliot

This week I looked for angels. I found them in the ordinary. And in the extraordinary.


Quote from How to Be a Poet by Wendell Berry
Text and Photos © Grete S. Kempton
Painting © Karl Erik Harr