At the beginning of the first decade the fledgling builders with their youthful dreams began to work on their first nest. They had their first children; there were more things to worry about but also more joy.
I love animals! I have had animals almost always, even when I lived by myself in these “backwoods”.
I am an ordained minister, and ordained ministers are expected to show dignified manners, exemplary life and commitment to God’s word. In some way, ordained ministers are even required to be holy. I also confess myself to be a believing person, a child of God. Believing people are expected to be sinless and perfect, at least when they have fallen into sin.
After many cloudy and foggy mornings the sky is clear. The tops of snow-covered trees have turned a delicate shade of pink and the icy patches on the road reflect the color. I enjoy the scenery while driving to meet some friends. The days are growing longer day by day. And I can see this beauty with my own eyes. What a great gift eyesight is!
I received an interesting email last summer. It was from a man who was about my age and had recently received the grace of repentance through online services. He wanted to go to the Summer Services, but did not know if he could go there just like that, and how he should prepare for going there. He had not yet had the courage to go to local services. He came from outside the Conservative Laestadian community and was not familiar with the people, their customs and culture, the community, or anything else. For him, everything was new and special.
I grew up at Jämsä opisto, then moved house a few times, and finally settled at Lohiranta, Posio, which is where my husband comes from. I have already lived here for more than half of my life.
Our house has been my home for most of my life. Before that it was the home of a Karelian family evacuated from their own home during the war. They had some dairy cows and lived in a small cottage.
“Mummy, you are here for me. You are here for all of us who are dear to you”. The words spoken by our three-year-old make me pause with a warm feeling in my heart. “Yes, I am here for you”, I say. “For every one of you who are dear to me”.
Do you remember how, as a child, you sometimes lay down on the snow-covered ground and gazed at the starry sky? Maybe you even recognized some of the constellations. Do you remember that strange feeling? That space seemed so large and alien, wonderful and fascinating. Maybe even a bit frightening.
People who enjoy reading fictive prose may be less familiar with poems. Some even find them hard to understand. Yet poems often depict ordinary life events in a concise way.
Mother makes sure there is a kampanisu for each of her friends. For her, the comb-shaped kam¬pa¬ni¬su pastry is the best treat she can ever give to anybody.
We have a large tower of toilet paper in our living room. The tower is as tall as the children and quite unstable. Using gymnastic rings, the children one by one swing over to the tower and kick it over. The room is full of laughter, joy and giggles.
It is a crisp, cool autumn afternoon. I realize I have enough time after the school day to drive to our country cottage, pick a pail of currants and make them into juice on the wood-burning stove. What better way to unwind after a day in a noisy classroom!
Monet suunnitelmat ovat tänä poikkeuksellisena keväänä muuttuneet. Muun muassa perhejuhlien järjestelyjä on pitänyt miettiä uudelleen. Tämä on koskenut myös avioliittoon vihkimisiä. Nyt vihkimisiä on toimitettu niin, että koolla on ollut vain joitakin läheisiä, ja muu juhlaväki on seurannut tilaisuutta ehkä virtuaalisesti.