What a privilege it is to cycle for a few minutes and find oneself on a gravel path just outside the city. Going through fields that are dormant now, because winter, but full of potential life.
In a few months the trees will be green, the field vibrant, the birds singing, the bees buzzing.
Then and now, a trip to the field – on two feet or two wheels – refreshes mind, senses, and nurtures appreciation for creation.
There is something joyful and sad about a colorful piñata, filled with candy.
In the past piñatas were used for catechism, to teach about faith. They have mostly lost religious connotations and significance today, but remain popular in various celebrations.
This one definitely made the children happy.
To take a spent shell casing, a sign of violence, and fashion a cross out of it, is a modern day example of turning swords into ploughshares.
This is such a cross.
A symbol of peace.
An expression of hope.
Today we visited one of the many churches in Helsinki: the Rock Church which is carved out of and placed into a large rock formation. This is a beautiful building, probably best experienced during worship.
We walked around, taking in the space, snapping a few photos. I also noticed the lights illuminating the church and took the photo above.
There is delight in the details.
We are used to parking below buildings, but this is taken to a new level in Helsinki. Below the city you find not only parking places but also tunnels and walkways, escalators and shops and restaurants. And the lonely busker enjoying the acoustics.
This is a world of its own and it made me recall Gaiman’s London below in Neverwhere.
Adventures abound below!