I feel the Spirit weave
trance-charmed in the world’s array;
in drowsihood of sense
it muffled my sole self
to tender me the strength
myself I am too poor to furnish forth
helpless within these narrow bounds.
I just have to say here, that this was a week of countless serendipities as I made the transition from Denmark to Sweden… one of the best was the sudden, perfectly timed appearance of a very nice loo. Liberating.