Connected

One night last week I was laying in bed (I call it "thinking"), when my sleeping wife suddenly says "Is it Venla?"

And about a second later Venla starts to cry in her room. I get her to our bed, and then ask my wife how had she known.

She says that our daughter had cried for some time in her dream. And, judging by her cry, Venla indeed had cried for some time in her dream...

In between

The air is warm.


And the ice is cold.


A flower.


And all four season.

Light, and Shadows

This picture is dated February 25th, 2007. Much has changed in the view since that, a lot of snow has been melted, and the ice covering the lake is now snowless and hard.

What makes this a good picture is the light of the sun and the shadows.

There are shadows in pictures and in lives.

Shadow: "a dark figure or image cast on the ground or some surface by a body intercepting light."

My Girls

They both say they need me.
And it is my job to take care of them.


And sometimes I do well.
And other times not so well.


But it is no job.
And I need them.


And I love them.
And there wouldn’t be me without them.

Baking Love

Time will pass by,
and so many things will change,
but the absolute joy
that a child brings to life
will only grow deeper
and more important.

- Deanna Beisser

Of Power

“Do Angels have guns as they are so powerful?” my son asked.
“No” his mother replied.
“Then how come they are so powerful?” he asked.
“Because they have invisible power.” she replied.

My son is again the photographer.

The Sun, Fire and River

This finger-paint art has the Sun, Fire and River. We have about zillion pieces of art at home, but this is the first one to include River, so it has special meaning to me.

And here is the Picasso, with a Mom-made Snow Heart. This boy is all about the sun, fire, and never ending stream of movements.

Muistatko?

The fountains mingle with the river
   And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
   With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
   All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle.
   Why not I with thine? —

See the mountains kiss high Heaven
   And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
   If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
   And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth
   If thou kiss not me?

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love’s Philosophy

Muistatko olenko koskaan käyttänyt tätä kirjeessä sinulle?

Me, coughing

A friend of mine took this picture while we were waiting for pizza.

Lovework

My wife’s grandma gave us an advice on our wedding day. In English it goes something like this: “Don’t go to sleep when you are angry.” It is a good and solid advice. The essence of the advice is that we, as a married couple, should not go to sleep before we have agreed any quarrels we have.

I wish that I could say that we have always followed it. I can’t. For years we did, and it meant a lot of work. It sometimes takes hours to talk things through. And it’s worth it as making up has been always the best part of any argument we have.

But sometimes I am, or we are, just too tired. So we go to sleep. I never sleep well in nights like those and I know she doesn’t either. And in the morning we say we are sorry and that it feels bad and that we love.

Maybe it is the strength of our love that allows us to go to sleep feeling bad or mad. I still hope that we will have strength to follow the advice better. It is those hours of talk that strengthens our love.