At a concert with Emmylou Harris in Oslo tonight, I got struck again. Just before she walked on stage, I was thinking about a song of hers that I referred to in another post almost two years ago, after having listened to it cruising through the Norwegian mountains. I was trying to relive that moment when Emmylou walked on stage, strapped her guitar around her astonishing body, and started singing it. The song “Here I am” had suddenly acquired a double meaning. And by the time she got to the line, “I'm the promise never broken,” a river of tears came down my eyes and I experienced a lift off. I was riding what my friend and master, the sufi mystic and drum maker Norbert Eckermann, calls "a gravity wave." I felt rising above the cruelest month of April, which thus ended on a note of hope. Eight days ago, Norbert told me in a confident moment: “be a secret without religion.” I'm still thinking about it. In eight days I'll hit Jerusalem for a splash of sanctification, but I couldn't help musing that, for me, Norway is and will be the holiest of the holy. It opens my heart, and I forgive. Perhaps that's what being a secret means. Fred være med os.