Hands to the ground

The landscape is coloured in a shade of spring and the sun is shining warm and bright in the sky. It's almost 4 months since I was diagnosed with Lupus and I am on the bike making my way down to Steinsletta. The body feels light and free. In the bag there's some bags of seeds and a bag of seed potatoes. A box of Jerusalem artichoke seeds is on its way in the mail from Kristiansand to Hønefoss. I have borrowed a plot of land where I can grow vegetables and am on my way to plant my seeds.

​As I put the shovel in the ground, there is no trace left of the person that spent Christmas in pain on my mum's couch . Hands, arms, back, everything works as it should and slowly but surely rows and beds are appearing in the soil. Soon they will  flourish and nutriuos vegetables will start to grow. There is something therapeutic about it all. The body works, the mind is cleared and the end result will be on the dining table this autumn. Maybe this is the kind of work I need more of?