From one door to the next: I have moved out and moved in. The familiar door in Tenna is slowly overgrowing, the quarters behind falling into a long sleep until I will return to them next winter.
The new door stands open, the little house behind it ready to accommodate me for a while. This is my hermitage, a quiet place, that will serve me for my silent retreat.
Behind these massive stone walls hides a simple home,without electricity, with a cook stove and wood heat. I’ll be living a pretty analogue life here, with the ability to concentrate on the essentials.