Our Opisto student completed his year Jämsä Opisto last spring. He was our first child to attend Opisto. With this minimal parental experience, I am happy to recommend Opisto to every young person.
This fall I started my fifth year in university. My studies have reached a point where there is only an uncompleted Master’s thesis between me and graduation.
We are in the depths of November and approaching the darkest time of year. November is often rather grey and if the sun does happen to appear, one must drop what they are doing and run outside if at all possible, and catch a few fast escaping rays. Maybe that is the reason why Finns seem to almost never sleep in the summer; there is a need to take in as much light as possible as the other half of the year is so much darker. It is not an unusual sight to see someone rowing a boat at 3 am, in the stillness of the summer night. The sky is painted in pastels and the birds are singing a nocturnal concert. It is one of the things that make the Nordic countries so special, the very distinct seasons each with their own raw beauty.
I am sitting in the living-room of a house that is not ours, a house where we are only staying temporarily. I will try to verbalize even a small part of what we have experienced over the past few weeks. Our baby was born and is still alive. It is a miracle! This little one has experienced more hardships during the first weeks of her life than most of us experience during our lifetime. It has been a time of upheaval for our whole family.
The one who came in first was holding a small bird in his hands. The bird was bruised and stiff with cold, seemingly lifeless, but its heart was beating under its dull-colored feathers.
I am pondering and turning sentences around in my mind. I already have a pile of papers covered in writing. But I am still wondering if I should write about this topic, although my friend encouraged me to do so?
I have been a child, an adolescent and a middle-aged lady, and I retired many years ago. So what? Each reader of this blog has been a child and is now at some older age. Growing old and real old age are something quite different.
This is a story from the time when people did not have mobile phones. Nor were there any street lights or neighbors near the house where all this happened.
I will remember this day for ever. My husband said he expects us to touch on the topic again over the weeks to come. I told him we most definitely will.
We pedaled our bikes together against strong headwind. I complained a little because my bike was so heavy to pedal and I felt cold. We had gone for a jog or a bike ride every single evening during the lockdown. My husband asked me to bike by his side in such a way that he could protect me from the worst wind. How romantic!
Summer in Finland is short indeed. Is it even shorter now than when I was a child? Or have I just, in the middle of the hustle and bustle of daily life, forgotten to pause and enjoy the warmth of the summer, the soft breeze and the buzzing insects?
Deep in thought I walk through the double doors. There is a table with four hand sanitizer dispensers. I rub the liquid into my hands and look around. Cheerful expressions. But also some bewilderment. How should we go about this?
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