I’m sitting here
Full of vegetables
A slither of salmon
A bigger slither of blue cheese
I have a room right at the end of the building
I like privacy
Its like no one else exists here
Sometimes I see someone walk by with a camera
Or a bike cycling to nowhere and back
Sometimes a tiny bird, is it a finch?
Today I had three cups of coffee and two cups of tea
Finnish coffee is good
I sit at my desk looking out over the soft brown meadow
I know that something will happen
Though I don’t know what
"Start with where you are at"
So I take a large mouthful of vegetables… cold now
And I start where I am at.
I came thinking I’d be done with that.
But it has a habit of holding on.
Tightly holding every cell
Every single cell is resonating with
Home and bloody belonging
Why do I come half way around the world
In search of home and belonging?
Perhaps there is a strong reason.
Perhaps it's because the Finns are known for their reticence.
Their quiet ways of being in the world.