A few rambling thoughts today…
The views from the path I took yesterday leaving O’s work place left me contemplating life and the natural beauty I’m fortunate to experience. This was literally two minutes from the door to his band room. Detmold is a small city in North Rhine -Westphalia, whose history dates back to the late 700′s. And no, I didn’t forget the 1 in front of the 7. If you divided Germany into four parts, Detmold lies just under Bielefeld in the middle of the upper left corner. Standing tall just outside of town is Hermann the German, “a monument commemerating the Cherusci war chief Hermann or Arminius and the Battle of the Teutoburg Forest in which the Germanic tribes under Arminius recorded a decisive victory in 9 AD over three Roman legions under Varus.” There’s your history lesson for the day.. month..year.
I’ve only been to Detmold a couple of times as I was usually doing the parenting thing in Hamburg. I’m here working on our move back to Orcas Island and getting to travel a little with meinem Mann.
It is beautiful and vast here. The Elbe River in Hamburg was our shining star. Here it’s the farmlands. When you live somewhere, even in a foreign country, it often happens we became so wrapped up in the routine of daily life, we forget to take in our surroundings. The history, the stories. I of course completely submerse myself in the local culture of food but that also intertwines with basic needs. That’s easy.
So I walked O to his class and then just kept walking…thinking…. walking…. thinking…walking…
I walked the perimeter of the Freilichtmuseum, one of Germany’s largest open air museums (90 hectares-approx 200 acres) depicting country life in the past. I loved visiting here three years ago. Houses of yesteryear, gardens, fields, animals… the ways of the world before modern technology, synthetic fertilizers, mono-cropping and CAFO’s
Side note: The Omnivore’s Dilemma. A must read for those who haven’t. I’m just getting to it myself.
Growing up on the beaches of Florida and just inland with it’s strip malls and diminishing orange groves, provided me little exposure to farm life. I’m sure it existed but we didn’t know any farmers. Where my fascination with farm life began is a mystery.
My husband, born and raised about forty minutes from here, grew up working on a farm from the age of six. He wanted to be a farmer or a gypsy but the love of music overcame both. We share a similar juxtaposition. The desire to settle, nest and the desire to explore, expand. We are finding the balance together.
This walk was the sort of walk you just start without really knowing where you are going, how long it will take or where you will end up. A little how life can be at times.
In my mind, I wandered in and out of my immediate surroundings. I thought of the past, present and future.
What’s it all about Ralphie?
At one point I imagined, if I dropped to the pavement, how long would it take for someone to stumble upon me. I went through the scenario in my head, felt the hotel keys in my pocket, and carried on knowing they would track me down through our names on the room.
At the end of the day, I’m blessed with love, good family, opportunity, choices that have led to growth, joy and heartache. I, we continue to move forward, leave regret and guilt behind and remain open to… it all.
Take some time to get out in whatever nature is closest to you and let your mind wander. Let your mind rest. Feel.
And you know what I just realized in this moment. I didn’t think once about food. It can happen.
Please check out Backroad Journal where Karen is currently traveling through Germany and Austria. Great posts and photos!