#Hiking

Treebeard in the Fairy Forest

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I went to see Treebeard the other day and he still has a majestic appearance. If you wonder who is Treebeard I always have one foot in the world of Tolkien.

Tolkien Gateway: Treebeard, also known as Fangorn, was the oldest of the Ents, a tree-like being who was a sort of “shepherd of trees”. Very tall and stiff-limbed, with bark-like skin and leafy hair, like most Ents, Treebeard took a long time to make up his mind. He repeatedly spoke of not “being hasty”.

O! What are you doing,
And where are you going?
Your ponies need shoeing!
The River is flowing!
O! Tra-la-la-lally
Here down in the valley!

  • Treebeard

The Bumble Bee

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When at home alone I sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the Little People are;
Where the clover-tops are trees,
And the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves, like little ships,
Sail about on tiny trips;
And above the Daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High o’erhead the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson

On My Way Home

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On my way home from the grocery store, I was a swing down by the river. It’s very important to check the water level after the last rainfall 😊

“Life is not lost by dying; life is lost minute by minute,
day by dragging day, in all the thousand small uncaring ways.”
~ Stephen Vincent Benet

Soon the time is approaching

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This morning the air is fresh and sweet. Fruits and berries are maturing and a soft breeze carries a wonderful scent and the promise of a favourable harvest. Time is now approaching for happy walks.

None of your knowledge, your reading, your connections will be of any use here: two legs suffice, and big eyes to see with. Walk alone, across mountains or through forests. You are nobody to the hills or the thick boughs heavy with greenery. You are no longer a role, or a status, not even an individual, but a body, a body that feels sharp stones on the paths, the caress of long grass and the freshness of the wind. When you walk, the world has neither present nor future: nothing but the cycle of mornings and evenings. Always the same thing to do all day: walk. But the walker who marvels while walking (the blue of the rocks in a July evening light, the silvery green of olive leaves at noon, the violet morning hills) has no past, no plans, no experience. He has within him the eternal child. While walking I am but a simple gaze.

Frédéric Gros, A philosophy of walking

Wise Words From The Bear

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“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”

Canoe Exercises

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The Perfect Place

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It was on a bike ride Rudolph Tegner found the perfect place for his sculptures:

On a trip over fences and bog rose a bare hill in North Zealand.

Swallows flew over the ground, and the larks disappeared into space with jubilant song –

The wind stroked moaning over grass and heather and no man was to see for miles away.

This was the place.

The long hill with the vast view towards Kullen –

Kattegat in the north, and the forests at Esrum and Horneby in the west and south.

There, countless of statues could grow and become one with earth and sky.

Rudolp Tegner

Come Play In The Waves

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I did a wonderful walk in the Northern part of Zealand today.
The sea was fabulous reflecting the blue sky.
The lifeguards were in place at Villingebæk Beach:
”Come and play in the small waves”
Air: 18 C, Water: 17 ° C,
Not yet ❄

Summer

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Standing on the last bridge over the Mill River on my way to Øresund.
Behind the buildings lies the glittering blue Sound.
The strait between Denmark and Sweden.
Sunday the temperature crept above 30 degrees in the shade.
Today the thermometer shows max 12 degrees with a strong wind and rain.

A Holy Hole Tree

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Perhaps you have heard of it before: A sacred hole tree.
If you have diseases or ailments, you must crawl through the hole in the tree.
There is a tradition of being naked because it is a kind of rebirth.
When you climb through the hole, you have to sacrifice a piece of clothing to the tree as thanks.

Hole trees are primarily healing trees, but often they are also taboo trees that one must not harm.
I found this tree on the meadow and was content to take this picture as the only action 😊