Serendipity

I guess the wanderlust of my Divine Feminine has treasures in store for me that she can deliver even when I try to intervene. I have discovered that if I can just get out of her way, relax and allow her to take over, I am delighted with the results.

I had it ‘all planned out.’ I had my train ticket set for a long day of riding, my overnight stay booked at Mo I Rana, my bus ride a ferry ride set for Lovund the next day.

The train from Åndolsnes was every bit as unbelievable as the day I arrived! The conductor told lots of stories and provided much more details of the history and folklore. I could barely breathe, as I felt the beauty surge through my veins and pump into my heart. I had promised myself to at least try to just sit and take it all in without narrowing my focus into the camera lens. Hopping from one side to the other to admire the view up close, as the train hugged both side of the canyon on its assent, circling back on its path higher, I couldn’t stop myself from trying to capture it on the camera, to hold it somehow for later retrieval of the feeling.

I switched trains at Dombås where I found an old fashioned agricultural scale in the depot. I stepped in it, removed my backpack and stepped on it again, 14 kilograms. 31 lbs!  I told myself this would be a good time to borrow someone else’s opinion. A few people had  told me as long as it’s 15 or under, it’s not heavy. I sent immense gratitude for my strong spine and proudly attached it to my body again. But not until my train was about to arrive.

Trains are rarely delayed. If one needs to stop to wait on another train or a wondering animal, maybe a slight delay. People do not cause delay! People gracefully climb on or off and the train moves quickly along. Once the train is moving, then the conductor checks for tickets. It amazes me they know exactly who is new and only ask once. As soon as I showed my travel pass to the conductor he informed me I would not be getting to Mo I Rana tonight.  “Not on Saturday, very little activity at the station.” Conductors carry a green felt flag they keep wrapped around a wooden dowel, used to signify to the engineer all clear to go.

Trondheim was the end of the line for the day.

With absolutely no panic, I got off the train, purchased a seat for the following morning and ask the ticket gal, a beautiful blonde with sparkling blue eyes, a soft round face and a warm and welcoming smile for a recommendation on where to spend the night. I quickly checked in and messaged both my overnight reservation in Mo I Rana and my Angel # 3, that I had met in Oslo, who happened to live in Trondheim!

My room, just off the tracks, very near the station, had two operating lights, quite enough, a place to charge my phone and Fitbit, a simple bed, a shower, towels and glass drinking cups. Perfect. All I needed - no waste basket, I carried what little debris I accumulated out the next morning.

Monica met me at the hotel and walked with me to Starbucks in  Kongens gate (Kings street) for a pleasurable chi latte. She showed me the only cathedral in Norway. In 2050, the original part of it will be 1,000 years old!

After an enlivening discussion on our passions and dreams we walked by a goldsmith shop that had been in business for 250 years!!!

The Darling came up to my room and relieved me of quite a few pounds of weight from my backpack, peanut butter the being heaviest. I am coming back in a week so I can collect the excess then. I kept all the cold weather and rainy articles of clothing. I’ll likely be eating salmon for breakfast, lunch and dinner so shouldn’t need the peanut butter.

I thank Alison for her 30 days wearing the same wool dress as you can see I am wearing much of the same clothing.

Back on the train, it is Sunday morning. I finished reading the most fascinating book, Hamnet, by Maggie O’Farrell. I’m not a huge fan of historical fiction (takes place in the late 1500s) however this was so well written that I was captivated as the train glided though the forest. The man in front of me was knitting a sweater with four needles.

I’m going to conserve my energy now and call upon my Devine Masculine to guide me to get off the train, on and off the bus and find the express ferry and arrive at my fisherman’s cottage by nightfall. I fully comprehend the importance of being alert and prompt.