Life is like that…
Do you ever feel like forces are pushing you along and that you can’t actually stop? Sure, we have the appearance of control, but actually there isn’t any.
This is the third winter away from Free since arriving in Scandinavia and here I am staying with my old friend Rose down in beautiful Bavaria. Next week I will return to Sweden should the fates will it so.
Rose is one of the many kind folk who have allowed me to rest my head during my winter rambles. Free slumbers way to the north of here on her wooden cradle and as always, I wonder how she has fared. My friend Kjell-Arne has kept me posted throughout the Scandinavian winter and has offered to put me up on my arrival so as not to confront Free’s unknown condition in the dark. Then the hard work begins… making her habitable again.
Germany has been wunderbar as always and the opportunity to experience the splendid hospitality of Roses’s friends and family, including the lovely Renate her sister, who came all the way from Munich to say ‘hello’. We had a pleasant day in Augsburg and then a walk around a lake culminating in kucken and coffee. To those who know me there is a kind of inevitability about that!
Augsburg is also famous for being the home of Mozart’s parents. I would like to have visited the great man’s birthplace of Salzburg, but there’s only so much one can do in three weeks. The little museum was interesting though and it seems that his father Leopold was no slouch as a composer. I mention Mozart due to my interest in the growing noise pollution. His music has been used to help disturbed children on the road to healing and recovery and I’m not surprised, as a benefactor myself. Sometimes the noisy chaos of these times needs sublimating and he’s the man for me.
On the subject of noise pollution, I have noticed that there seems to be fewer and fewer places to go to get away from the incessant thumping of modern street music. Every youth hostel I stayed in this time, seemed to have a continuous loop of it going on and on and on and on…. ad nauseam. Many cafes, shops and even general areas, appear afflicted. Quite often this audible poison has a subliminal affect, and some folk aren’t even aware of it.
Is it time to oppose it, surely? After all there are all sorts of directives about traffic pollution, food additives etc. Why not noise too?
Spending so much time in the northern latitudes of the Scandinavian Baltic sea has reminded me of the escalation of stimuli, at the expense of peace and harmony.
I have been blessed and am eternally grateful for the spiritual balm of this region; it acts as a reminder to what we are losing.
And in the losing… will we ever get it back?