So, I have set foot on the open road, my eyes wide open, walking, sometimes hesitating but not withholding. Where am I going? who can tell? Time will reveal my path step by step, I know.From now on I will write my blog in the tongue of the island dwellers, so that everyone who wishes might understand my words. This is not to turn my back on my own speech but just a way to try to make the world a more accessible place for all. Sunday morning early I made my first step on my road, I closed the door of my wonderfull house behind me, a place where I felt so much at home, and turned my face to the world. All regrets I might have I will have to bear or find my way to live with, simply letting go will be the answer, but even for someone who prefers detachment over security, that, can be a great task still. When I closed that door, Knowing that now, there was really now way back, I felt a gentle and fresh rush of freedom being released in my veins. For, even if this wohle inner quest is a iddle undertaking, it is still an adventure, and that inspires me, ignites my life and fantasy, and most of all, makes me feel alive.
Well, it was easy in the beginning, as I walked out of Amsterdam, over the beautifull channels, the Dam squere, passed the Amstel river in the bright sunlight, oh it was beautifull. But soon I started to realize that, although what I had brought with me was very little, it was still way to much. Promising myself that I would decrease the sise of my bag by at least half in Utrecht, I went on, and soon found myself out in the open fields, heading for the horison, sun in my face, green grass under my feet. I walked pretty much all day, sometimes resting as might be expected for one carrying an oversised load, and passed over the Amsterdam-Rijn chanal, and so entered the province of Utrecht. I was now out of holland and that gave me new strength. Soon I had fount the Vegt river and followed it as it meandred trough the fields, forrests and sleepy ancient towns like Nichtevegt and at last, at the end of the day, Breukelen where I lay myself to rest against the great cathedral walls, after sharing a locals desert of green grapes under the heavy sound of the old church bells indicating the tenth hour of the night. After a brief sleep that was interupted by raindrops falling from the sky, I moved my self to the park, where I spent the remaining hours of dark reclining at the foot of a massive platanus tree. When the new day was heralded by a distant roosters cry, I once again turned my feet South-East wards to the homestead of my dear beloved. I walked almost all morning, still following the Vegt, passing by the castle of Brederode, and many a great old mansion, build by the old lords of these lands, and the knights of the crown.
As I entred the city of Utrecht, I started to recognise the surroundings, and was now more sure footed, althought my mind was stumbeling on the physical tear my body expirienced. Nearly I was giving up that which I had only started a mere days passing before, but than there emerged my soul, and it synchronised with the soul of the universe and it was peacefull. Soon I reached the soft and warm bed I had been looking so much foreward to and lay myself to rest on it's soft wooly fibres, waiting for my lady to arrive from her study, waiting to celebrate her twentyfifth year on this earth in her currant form. Celebrate we did and many of her friends and her parrents where party to our joy. Many a good farewell wish I recieved for the journy I am planning to undertake, now feeling like balancing between positive and unsure about it's validity and need. But just that gives me a feeling of great ease, not needing to accomplish anything, or having to prove anything to myself, it would be madness if I did, but than again, who said I'm not totally cranck? Today I am enjoying being with my love and benifitting from the comforts of a actual house. So I will let the future be up to the hand who wrote all. In'shala.
