Oh my god! I had totally forgotten the wild but manicured world of the European country side until I saw this photo. How other worldly it can be to drive through what looks like a Disney set but is in fact real life!
For years my partner and I would hit the roads of Europe in our rental car de jour and wind our way through the wonderland of ancient and surreal landscapes that cover the continent. Like a sweet and fragrant frosting on a rich and filling culture the sereneness of it's spectacle overwhelms me still.
I would often ask myself, "What is it about the terrain of these places that make them so different than ours"? One day while looking through a book of European landscapes it occurred to me that they are, in fact, manifestations of centuries of loving care and sculpting by the hand of man!
Perhaps it is the sculpting of nature that makes the wilds more desirable to me. There is something about taking control but at same time loosing it too. As I look back at times past, it is the special moments that have defined me, that have taken me over and molded me into what I am. Neither a creature of the new world nor one of the past I seem to exist in that twilight word where things are always in flux but at the same time secure.
To have been so lucky as I, what more can one ask. When pain becomes joy and life breaks forth again from a long winter's sleep. To mix and mingle in the muddle of life and from this mulch bring forth a flower to behold, a song to sing and a life to remold.
Life is good again!
No comments:
Post a Comment