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Blog: Grandpa, come and play with me

Vieraskieliset / In-english3.4.2021 7.00

A ye­ar ago our son sug­ges­ted that he could bring his fa­mi­ly to live in our home of­fi­ce for as long as they were buil­ding their new hou­se. That me­ant we had to start cle­a­ring the room.

Blog: The sun or the wind?

Vieraskieliset / In-english1.4.2021 7.00

”The wind gat­he­red its strength and blew even har­der. The trees bent down and the wa­ter sur­ged and boi­led, but the tra­ve­ler just wrap­ped his cloak more tight­ly around him.” This is an ext­ract from a fai­ry tale tit­led The sun and the wind, which was writ­ten by Ae­sop more than 2500 ye­ars ago.

Blog: Empowering memories

Vieraskieliset / In-english31.3.2021 7.00

Wed­nes­day is the most im­por­tant week­day. Soon af­ter the noon I be­gin to glan­ce at my watch, won­de­ring if the mail­man has al­re­a­dy come. A lar­ge part of the ad­ver­ti­sing fly­ers and ot­her le­af­lets that come in­to our mail­box go un­re­ad in­to the re­cyc­ling bin. But I take the dai­ly news­pa­pers, stack them by my armc­hair and be­gin to read. The big­gest lo­cal pa­per con­tains a lot of in­te­res­ting in­for­ma­ti­on about Kai­nuu, Fin­land and the world.

Blog: Getting lost

Vieraskieliset / In-english26.2.2021 7.00

My mot­her mar­ried a man who ow­ned a very re­mo­te farm. She nee­ded time to get fa­mi­li­ar with the sur­roun­ding fo­rest. At that time cat­t­le were al­lo­wed to graze and roam free­ly in the woods. There were no fen­ces, and the cows were free to move around. In the late sum­mer they so­me­ti­mes wal­ked long dis­tan­ces to find mush­rooms to eat.

Blog: Many kinds of angels

Vieraskieliset / In-english24.2.2021 7.00

Mar­ras­kuu, the Fin­nish name of No­vem­ber, me­ans ‘month of de­ath’. It is cer­tain­ly a fit­ting name. No­vem­ber is dead, dark and cold. The last swans have left, and we no lon­ger hear their cons­tant trum­pe­ting song. The lake has gone through a cyc­le of free­zing, tha­wing, re-free­zing and re-tha­wing, and snow has done the same. In bet­ween the snowy pe­ri­ods we have had rain and the eve­nings and nights have been pitch black. Even mor­nings were qui­te dark for a while, but as soon as we got snow, mor­nings took on the lo­ve­ly sha­des of blue twi­light.

Blog: Half a century ago

Vieraskieliset / In-english20.2.2021 7.00

Half a cen­tu­ry ago I par­ked my car in the cen­ter of Sot­ka­mo and wal­ked ac­ross a squ­a­re of grass, blu­e­bel­ls and clo­vers sur­roun­ded by tall pi­nes. I had been ap­poin­ted ju­ni­or te­ac­her in Sot­ka­mo mid­d­le school and high school, and I was on my way to meet the prin­ci­pal – the Prin­ci­pal with a ca­pi­tal P.

Blog: Oh, the good old times!

Vieraskieliset / In-english18.2.2021 13.31

I sud­den­ly re­mem­be­red a small, see­ming­ly unim­por­tant in­ci­dent from my yo­uth. I was about twen­ty and al­re­a­dy awa­re of my in­na­te im­pa­tient rest­les­s­ness, which I con­ti­nue to feel oc­ca­si­o­nal­ly. “Where should we go?” I of­ten as­ked then and still do to­day.

Blog: Is Sunday not a day of rest any more?

Vieraskieliset / In-english22.1.2021 7.30

I wake up on a Sun­day mor­ning to sounds from the neigh­bo­ring yards. On one yard the hou­se ow­ner is cut­ting fi­re­wood with a cir­cu­lar saw, on anot­her I can hear a lawn­mo­wer and a trim­mer. This ma­kes me won­der how dif­fe­rent­ly pe­op­le feel about spen­ding Sun­da­ys. Many of them post­po­ne so many week­ly cho­res till Sun­day that they need the whole day to do them.

Blog: Why do trees live longer than people?

Vieraskieliset / In-english21.1.2021 7.30

I was plan­ting vi­o­lets and cree­pers in bo­xes on a sun­ny day of the ear­ly sum­mer, when a dis­mal thought oc­cur­red to me: Af­ter this spring, I may not be ab­le to do spring­ti­me plan­ting more than about twen­ty ti­mes in my li­fe­ti­me. I tried to find con­so­la­ti­on in the fact that I do not even love plan­ting par­ti­cu­lar­ly. But that was small com­fort that did not brigh­ten up my dep­res­sed mind! This small in­ci­dent sug­ges­ted two things that I would like to write about: gar­de­ning and the short­ness of hu­man life.

Blog: Fear not

Vieraskieliset / In-english20.1.2021 13.20

These are fa­mi­li­ar and safe. They were spo­ken by an an­gel of the Lord to the shep­herds on the field. ”Fear not, for be­hold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the pe­op­le.  For un­to you is born this day in the city of Da­vid a Sa­vi­or, who is Christ the Lord.” (Luke 2:10–11.) This por­ti­on of the gos­pel ac­cor­ding to Luke ma­kes us pau­se at the most im­por­tant mat­ter eve­ry Christ­mas.

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