For the first time in her life, little 10 year old Engla was allowed to ride her bike home alone, from her football training…

A week ago, a little girl in Sweden, Engla, was reported missing. She was on her way home from football training. She called from her cellphone several times, to inform her parents of her wereabouts.

Her bicycle was found no more than 500 meters from home. But the girl was gone. A massive search was organized; police, the military, and more than 200 villagers took part in the search for Engla.

Days passed. The police arrested a man, accused of abducting Engla. The search continued in hope of finding the girl.

This morning, I broke into tears. The morning paper revealed the story about the man confessing. And he led the police to the place where he had buried the body of Engla.

I really dont know what to say. There are no words. I am a parent of three kids myself, and I can feel in every bone in my body, what her parents must have been going through. And are going through right now.

There are no words. There is no solace to be found. Only a heartbreaking truth. Only an unthinkable outcome of this drama.

Today, my heart and thoughts are with Englas family. I can hardly bear the state of helplessness, the feelings of misbelief. And if I can’t…. How in the world are her poor parents supposed to find the strength to live on? When all hope has disappeared?

What I will do, is what thousands of people will do tonight, a small manifestation for Engla. Tonight at 9PM I will light a candle for Engla. In hope that her soul comes to peace, in hope that she will return to us soon, in her next life.

Rest in peace, dear Engla. My heart will travel with you.

//Pelle

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All my life I’ve had a special kind of feeling about the forest. I had always had a wish to live out of town. Near the forest - hell, I want to live in the woods, of possible.

Today, I’m 47 years old. I still want to live near the forest (I have actually done that, from time to time).

Lately, though, my thoughts have been wandering along trails where they never had before. I have, for as long as I can remember, had a strong urge to just walk out into the forest.  ( I always sort of “make up” excuses to go there; “need the ecercise”, “go for a walk with the dog”, “picking mushrooms”, etc etc). I love the atmosphere, the sense of stillness, the compact silence and….

Yes, and what? Something more. Something undefined, something that keeps eluding me, no matter how hard I try to put words to it. But - every time I find myself in the woods - sometimes deep into the vast area of trees - something happens.

I get restless. I breathe in the stillness, that sometimes magic sense of just being there - and then I become restless. What am I doing there? Finally, after no more than 30 minutes I head back home again.

What is new about this, is thatI have lately begun to, kind of, analyze this.

Accept, for a moment, that our souls are eternal. Accept for a moment that our souls wander. I am new to this kind of thinking. I have always been very sceptic about this reincarnation thingy. I still am…but-

What if?

What if it is true?

Throw me and my thinking in the garbage if you like. I will not be insulted. The rest of you - read on.

Is there a reason for this manic love of the woods? What is it, that keeps draggin’ me out there? And why do I get so restless and annoyed whenever I finally get there?

In my embryo of suspicions there can be a reason. Deep inside me, a feeling has been born. Is there  someone waiting for me out there? Could it be that we, me and my loved one, set up to meet at a certain place? And that somehow by some reason that meeting never took place? Did one of us die before we could meet? What happened? Am I a restless longing soul in search of an ancient love?

What if our souls really wander? What if our souls actually remembers?

What if……?