Posts tagged “hope

The light in the dark

Last Friday, December 13th, was a special day – the festival of Lucia.

Every year around Sweden, churches are full of music and light.


It’s a very special feeling when the lights are turned off

And the Lucia procession enters the church.


The children sing their heavenly songs,

Faces lit by candlelight only —

Spots of dancing hope in the mid-winter darkness.

Lucia tåg

As they leave the church, the sun has managed to rise

Casting its golden glow on people and building alike.

It’s a wonderful and metaphorical festival

Reminding us that no matter how vast the darkness,

We must shine our own light.

Johannes Church

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Musical snow

The past week has been all about music.

(AB1 goes to a music school in Stockholm these days.)

One of the high points is the Lucia concerts that take place in the silence of dawn.

The children enter the church with light and candles and song.

As they sing, their voices soar up to heaven —

And I imagined that each snowflake was a musical note

Spreading a message of  hope, warmth and light.


As the concert ends, the sun has risen;

The winter darkness receded

And for a few moments, there is so much beauty

In that music

That the tears well up and fall.

Life is beautiful

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Frosted skies

It’s cold and deliciously wintery now.

But a couple of weeks ago,

When it seemed as if winter would never arrive,

Frosted skies

The promise of winter hung in

The frosted sky

Painting hopes and lake

With glorious tones of gold.

Sunrise copy

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The triumph of light

Last week was the festival of St. Lucia.

Throughout Sweden, choirs of girls and boys dressed in white and bearing candles sing lovely songs about hope and comfort. And for a few moments, we stop and listen to the message they bring.

They sing about bringing light and hope to the darkness of winter;

About warmth and compassion in the heart of coldness.

Lucia is a time of lighting candles and remembering that we are like those candles –

A small thing, but one that can light the flame of another.

And as we give light to another, our own light increases –

Spreading the beauty, no matter how insignificant we are.

It’s about remembering that after the dark, the sun returns –

Just like we do.

(Oh – and it’s also about drinking spiced mulled wine and enjoying saffron buns!)

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Ballet shoes

Autumn skies:

Sometimes, pumpkin-coloured;

Sometimes, grey.

Acting as a delicate background for long elegant leaves in high heels.

And when the sun shines,

Only delicate ballet shoes remain —

A reminder that renewal can be found in endings.

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Flight of souls

Is there anything more peaceful, more spiritually uplifting

Than feathered hope taking wing?

If you could untie your wings and free your soul, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. — Rumi

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The message

I wake to a world of plummeting temperatures and snow.

Minus 25 C. It’s cold. Very cold.

My glasses are white with a thick layer of ice.

Not a bus or train in sight. Freezing.

I’m on the verge of giving up the wait.

Then, suddenly, a sound…

A woodpecker.

Beating out a message on the frozen bark of a tree.

It’s a drum roll that speaks of determination,

Of patience and hope.

Of the promise of better things to come.

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Invincible summer

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Albert Camus

This quotation sums up my year,  inspires me when life gets tough and helps me look forward to the future with hope.

May you carry summer in your hearts all year round – and may the coming year be kind to you.

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Hope is the thing with feathers

I caught this bird basking on the golden branches of a tree and it struck me

How large the bird was, and how slender and fragile the branches.

Sometimes, life feels like that: the heavy weight of a burden

Sitting on the fragile tree of life.

You don’t think you can support the weight. But you do.

Because just like that lovely tree, we are stronger than we realize.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all.

— Emily Dickinson

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Beauty, revealed

Words of comfort for those in need.

Even in the darkest night a flower of hope blooms.