So now I'm doing this thing. Again.
Well, I sort of like blogging and I reckon it might be a nice way of keeping you guys up to date with my life, since I move around a lot at the moment.

Did I ever tell anyone that Sweden is beautiful?
Today I went for my third run since I've come back home, and goodness gracious how I loved it.
Summer evenings are very pretty here; the sunshine on the fields, the green birches and the blue sky, the white fluffy clouds and all those smells that belong to moist summer air. It all makes me genuinely happy.

As I came back from the run and walked across our garden, I thought of the poem Charles gave me when I left Lee Abbey Devon:

I thank you God for most this amazing day:
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is infinite which is natural which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birthday
of life and of love and of wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any -lifted from the no
of all nothing-human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
the eyes of my eyes are opened)
-e.e. cummings
I looked out over the lake we live by, and nearly started to cry. The beauty of God really touches m. He created us such a beautiful place to live, and it really draws me to thank him. It's such a proof for his existence and always reminds me how he brought me back to himself after a long time of doubt. I had such a long season of numbness, and later sadness, but God brought me back to life again through nature. And my eyes and ears awoke...