I am sitting in a cafe in Brussels contemplating the nature of things…
While writing this, my faithful friend, the motorsailer ‘Free’, lies in frozen slumber in the north of Sweden, far, far away.
I am so fortunate to have such good friends in Borka to watch her for me, and to let me know with photographs such as those featured in this post. Eva, tirelessly reports to me with the affairs of my favourite Swedish village and her hospitable, kind folk, and Kjell-Arne, whose photograph you can see above, keeps me informed about the weather and Free’s condition. I thank them both and wonder how I can ever repay such a debt?
We take so much for granted when the winter descends upon us. In fair England, it so often passes unnoticed as folk busily rush through their days, stopping to complain about the rain or the wind. Central heating, plentiful food and electricity have made us soft and complacent.
But just suppose…
Just suppose that the sun never came back and that Ragnarök came upon us? The twilight of the Gods, or whatever metaphor comes to you? What then? How fragile our survival hangs in the balance; just how long would we survive without our sun and her warming power?
Scandinavian winters are able to focus our attention on that narrow thread of survival and for those of us that believe, gratitude for forces unknown that allow us the glory of life.
I write not to alarm you, but to remind us all of the fragility of our beautiful planet and how much we depend on her in this savage cosmos, where elements are so precariously balanced. The old Norse myths certainly promote the great harmony of the elements and teach what happens if they are abused, I’d sooner trust the old gods than those rapacious politicians whose lust for profit and expansion at all cost continually plunges us closer to Ragnarōk by the day.
Although warm here in my cosy little Brussels cafe, I am never distracted from remembering the distance we are apart. What awaits on my return? Have the Ice spirits been kind? And what of those residents of Álfheim, the elven kingdom? So much is unknown despite science’s pragmatism.
Here in the warmth of civilised Brussels, it seems ridiculous, but up in frozen Sweden?
Hmm… I wonder!