Talk to Your Corona – A Talking Mutation?

“Talk to your Corona!”

Was I also infected without knowing it? Mind you that’s nothing to joke about! And even a talking mutation?

I’d just updated the PC and the Start menu was open. I read it again and find no Corona but Microsoft’s assistant, Cortana.

That tells me that I should concentrate on things other than viruses and mutations.

I’m tired just like Bilbo when he was wearing the Ring for too long: “I’m starting to feel it in my heart. I feel thin, sort of stretched. Like butter scraped over too much bread. ” * I’ve been worried for too long.

Despite the many tragedies caused by the Corona, the sun will melt the snow, and spring will come with renewed hope.

Never yet was a springtime, when the buds forgot to bloom.
~ Margaret Elizabeth Sangster

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

A wonderful walk in spring along Esrum Lake, Denmark

May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live. ~ An Irish Saying

*Bilbo Baggins, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001)

The Highest Peak in North Sealand

We take a stroll in Rude Skov and set the course towards Maglebjerg which is the highest peak in North Sealand.
The leaves are still missing on the trees and the look between the branches are spectacular.
Maglebjerg is 91 meter above sea level and a popular route for mountain bikers.
Just before the ascent, we see a woman let herself fall off the bike and then lies with her head down in the withered leaves.
It turns out that it’s the preliminary exercise for extending the hip flexor, but it looked like an accident at first sight

On our way down from the hill we pass an old churchyard and a chapel. Under the gravestones rest mentally disabled children, many of them died very young.
The patients lived under miserable conditions. They were heavily medicated and during stimulated. Many of the patients were also misplaced.
In the middle of 70’erene criticism began to emerge, resulting in a gradual abandonment of the original institution. In 1999, the vacated old buildings were sold.

We meet a group of children from a kindergarten. There is no yelling or screaming but cozy talk about nature.

A boy is walking in the steep hillside. From his backpack clothes are hanging in a couple of plastic bags. Perhaps a wet sock or two 🙂
He moves conscious between roots, fallen branches and depressions in the forest floor. It’s a wonderful sight because the seeds for outdoor activities and pleasures of nature are laid here.
Two small girls are forming the rear guard under aware monitoring from one of the pedagogues. They have stones in their pockets and take turns to show the most peculiar or finest stone of them all. The girls have fun, play around and dance.

It’s well-being at its best.

danskebjerge om Maglebjerg
danskebjerge om København og omegn

Consequences of War and the Sanctuary

British pilots are on a secret mission 30 September 1944 in Denmark. One of the planes crash because it hits two tall trees.
The tailplane is ripped apart on the Mosquito Jager, and the two young pilots are killed in the crash.

In 1945 people raise a memorial stone in a forest glade at the crash site.

I’ve walked past the glade a few times before, and again today on a spring day.
An elaborately crafted flower is placed here last year in memory of a beloved missing brother.

Early one morning two years ago I passed Hvidekilde in Gribskov.
I had the forest to myself. It isn’t unusual, but the silence was deafening that morning in late November.
The frost lay in the grass and on the meadow horses were looking for food.

By the fireplace stood a man. His outings lay around him. He was in the process of breaking up.
I was about seven meters away, but he saw right through me. Believe me!
That is very uncomfortable being ignored when you are so close to another human being in a deserted place.
That is why, I look directly at him, saying good morning. He answer my greeting with a short murmur, and I went quietly on.

We have experienced it a few times, people in the forest with a different kind of behaviour, which we assume could be people with war trauma.

Former soldiers who seek sanctuary in nature. It is straight forward, because that’s where they got their training.

Now The Danish Defence has arranged for veterans, a kind of halfway houses in the nature.

My walk two years ago from Hvidekilde to Nakkehoved Fyr