Come nearer, said
the rustling tree, come
By Tyn
Serenity over the Brüggenfelder Upland
As the sun is gaining strength every day we enjoyed our first lunch outside on the balcony, in spite of the cold Southern wind. After all the heavy and grey days of the weeks that passed it would be a good opportunity to try the High Footway into the Solling Forest. And from there to descend and cross the wide open winter fields of the Brüggenfelder farmlands. The muddy track had been grubbed up by boars. Many hoofs of deer. A red squirrel danced across through the bush and slipped away between the bare trees.
The Tao of the Riverside Walk
The snow today was ravishing. I had already been shoveling the sidewalk. Not knowing that there was more to fall. And even real thick snow, which would pile up over branches, trees, rocks and pavement stones, endowing the whole Foresthill with enchanting views and sceneries. So, it was clear that after midday I would make my forest walk. Descending through the silent wood covering the Solling slope down to the Southeast riverside.
Walking Together in the Snow
Live your daily life in love, peace and contentment. That was the simple practical truth my grandmother taught me. She survived WWII as a widow. She had lost all of her possessions in a bombardment. I loved to visit her and stay over in her small modestly furnished room. She never traveled anymore. She only minded to live her pious life as dedicated member of a free protestant church-community (Mennonites).