Wouldn’t you like to spend one Norwegian summer here? On the western waterways of norseland. Just you and your art supplies. Your canvases or wooden boards. Your stacks of blank journals. Your paint. You. Alone. Without any electronic devices. Just you and this land and sky and water. Okay. I’ll let you have your iPad to keep in touch and listen to music. But no phone. No tv. No watches or clocks. The sun will dictate what to do and when to do it. There will be a vegetable garden to tend. Rabbits to feed. Small foxes who watch you and keep you company during the long sunny nights. You can pick wild strawberries and wildflowers. Jump naked into the water each afternoon. Dry off in the grass on a sky blue quilt covered in tiny red stitches. Watch the treetops and water for sea eagles and seals.
Mostly you will stay home and tend the fire. Paint or draw or write. Make big pots of stew. Bake bread. But there will be days for exploring too. Meeting the neighbors on yonder hilltop who will teach you to fish and bake Norwegian cookies and embroider white linen tablecloths or curtains with red and blue silk thread.
Once a week you can take your boat and head toward Bergen. Get supplies. Do city things.
That’s what I will do. Someday.
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