So, here's my day in pictures, more or less.A tourist in my own town

Took the tube to Fridhemsplan and had a look around the shops there before taking the No 2 bus into Hötorget ( " Haymarket" ) to but some fruit and veggies. I love the colours,sounds and smells of a market.The concert hall is in the background , that's the building with the statues.

After the market I thought I'd check out the Adlon hotel where my blogland visitors will be staying and after that walked up Drottning gatan to an Italian café that has really good coffee. Had a sandwich there too , but there's no pic of that because I scoffed it tout de suite as by this time I was quite peckish

Almost next door to the cafe is a shop that sells Belgian chocolate s so had to pop in there for " dessert " . The shop assistant there kindly gave me a very nice posh bag for my veggies that were trying to escape from their flimsy plastic bag from the market.

Next stop, Odenplan where I met up with Anna-Stina for a drink at Molly Malones and then walked with her to St Eriksplan which is where she lives . From there hopped onto the bus , one stop to Fridhemsplan, where I did some grocery shopping  and then took the train home.

The slope next to the steps outside my tube station looks very pretting with all the little blue flowers

The End .

off out into town

Tata for now

Happy Saturday ... enjoy

X

There is a Zen saying, “ Snow falls , each flake in its appropriate place. This is the order of things and then there is chaos. In my life there is both order and chaos. There is form and there is formless. What is more comfortable ? What is more acceptable?

I’ve come to realise that I feel better in chaos than I do in order, even though I’m always trying to get order into the chaos. There is , or used to be , a thought in me that chaos is somehow “ bad “ or “ wrong”. Not any more.

The higher order emanates from the formless realm. There is an incomprehensible order.

At first glance , my home , my life look like chaos because there is an order that cannot be understood by the mind. Today , something happened as I was waking up . I let go of thought and in the stillness of my mind experienced the sacredness of my chaotic home. The “ mess” is not mess at all. It is beautiful and sacred. Each thing, item of clothing is where it is because “ snow falls , each flake in its appropriate place “. It is the evidence of my movement and thought throughout the day and throughout the week. I could see the hidden harmony that is sacred and lovable. I am very much part and participant of this chaos and it feels so exhilarating , so exciting.

The pigeons did not wake me up this morning. It's a glorious, sunny spring day and I'm moving slowly. There's a nagging voice inside ... " it's a lovely day today and you're still indoors .. get a move on .. you should be outside on a day like this "

Oh really ?
All that is doing is making me feel guilty as I do the exact opposite . enjoying taking my time , thinking , writing , having a leisurely breakfast.

Watched a documentary about midwives and their work. Saw babies being born, straightforward births and more complicated ones. Found myself teary eyed and all emotional witnessing the miracle of birth and the little babies being born. The midwives were amazing, always present, caring and involved and mother treated with respect and care. As it should be.

Of course it made me remember my own " podding of the Prof " over 30 years ago now.Memories still fresh. I replay that " video " often.

I think I would have liked to have been a midwife in another life. In this lifetime it is the birthing of potential that is my concern .
Now I hear the pigeons