I sat waiting for the train while drinking chocolate milk and eating what we call solbolle for lunch (which is a large cinnamon roll with custard in the middle). My heart was overflowing with gratitude and love, and such a deep sense of fellowship and “family”. I’d spent the morning drinking coffee at my old job at Crux, catching up with all the amazing people that make that fellowship and sense of togetherness what it is. Since many are fully vaccinated I got to give and receive quite a few good hugs. Hugs that communicate so much more than one can put into words. It was strange being back after 4.5 months, and yet it felt so very normal. Conversations on deeper levels, sharing victories and joys, and putting into words the good we see in each other, filled my heart until there was simply no more room. Waiting for the train it felt like my heart was overflowing.
My new job is great. I love the team I work with, enjoy the challenges, and feel humbled by the privilege of being invited into lives so very different from my own. Finding myself switching between different languages, and learning communication that goes beyond words, makes me feel like I’m a little bit in the nations, while still in Norway. Many moments and days my heart is moved and touched and filled by the people I meet, and the good I can see in them.
And yet through years of shared history and life, Crux has left a mark. Or better, the people that make what Crux is have left a mark. And like so many other places and people over the years, I find that Crux has also taken root in my heart, and is now part of who I have become and who I am.
Visiting today was good for my heart, and makes me so thankful for the years spent there. It also gave me hope that my roots can grow deep where I am now. As I slowly find my footing and way in the new that I am now walking in and into, this part of the journey will also mould me and teach me, and become yet another layer of life that I am living.