Time has completely disappeared for this land-locked Viking! I have wandered into a modern day fairy tale of beautiful German cakes, fabulous coffee and hospitable, kind folk. For some reason, possibly metaphysical in nature, Internet has been almost impossible to find, which has been surprisingly therapeutic, reminding me that there is life outside of cyberspace! Unfortunately it has meant that my communication with you all has ground to a halt, and that, my friends, is a shame. Rose is the perfect hostess, and her friends and family are charming, making me so welcome in this beautiful country.
Within a few days of arriving in Rose’s village Steppach, near Augsburg, we were off down to Sonthofen in the Bavarian Alps to visit her friend Mercedes, and stay for the night. Our delightful hostess was perfect company and a lovely evening was had, as the wind and hail howled outside. The locals were crying out for snow for the ski slopes in the area.
The following morning we awoke to a magnificent snowscape, the perfect finale to our Alpen sojourn. The piste was perfect and so was our return to Augsburg. In my previous post I mentioned that I was going to visit my friend in the ‘Hall of the Mountain King.‘ which as you are aware (or not) is from Greig’s Peer Gynt. How strange then, the fact, that Rose’s ring tone on her mobile is the very same? That sent a little shiver down my spine! Is this synchronicity? Were we supposed to meet?
My days here in Germany have been delightful and Rose has been teaching me the noble esoteric art of pendulum dowsing and crystal healing. I have found this to be complimentary to my love of the runes and my Ancient Norse heathen path; in fact, the ancient German Gods are the very same as those of Scandinavia! We have strolled in the forests around where a sense of the little folk abound, dwarves and elves as such. My beloved Silver Birch trees are also there too, in plenty, despite the huge storm that coincided with our journey down to the mountains. Every day is packed with new experiences and this sense of time being redundant remains a delicious constant. This has been my aim since choosing the free life.
Time is just ‘what is’, and any intrusion from the psychological insanity of the modern concept of ‘living’ tends to highlight the reason for reinventing myself. It isn’t hard to do if you want it enough, but there is the question: do you want it? I wrestled with this for years before finally ‘jumping over the edge’ into the unknown.
in a twist of spontaneity, Rose decided to visit her friend Gaby and the following day we found ourselves speeding south towards the beautiful mountain and lake country to the south west of Munich. It was to be a day of walking, sleeping in the sun, and cafe indulgence, which of course, suits me down to the ground!
I do hope that my sailing resilience will have not been impaired by this hedonistic visit to southern Germany! The luxury of sleeping in a comfortable bed in Rose’s beautiful home is quite a rare experience, but it’ll soon be over, sure enough, and then it is back to Free and all single handed sailing entails.
Ah well….. Who’s complaining?