What a treat to be greeted by my old friend and brother Toke yesterday. I flew from Utah to Amsterdam. Then from Amsterdam to Billund, near Denmark’s Lake District, near Silkeborg.
What a treat to see the green of a Denmark Spring season. To feel the green of a friendship that last had us face to face nearly a decade ago. To feel the freshness of a lake and small lake islands awakening friendship and learning. To sit by a fire with a small group of men, eating fire-warmed soup and bread (brought by Soren, seen above in our shared digging project).
What a treat to welcome journey of a trip I’ve long anticipated. To settle into a pace cleared of a day’s regular todo lists. To feel the wind. To be moved by it. To be moved by each other. To be received.