All magical creatures seem to manifest in a frozen tableau only to perish by the red flames of the sun.
“Promise to stay wild with me.
We’ll seek and return and stay and find beauty
and the extraordinary in all the spaces we can claim.
We´ll know how to live.
How to breathe magic into the mundane.”
By Victoria Erickson
“Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors
which it passes to a row of ancient trees.
You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you
one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth.
leaving you, not really belonging to either,
not so hopelessly dark as that house that is silent,
not so unswervingly given to the eternal as that thing
that turns to a star each night and climbs-
leaving you (it is impossible to untangle the threads)
your own life, timid and standing high and growing,
so that, sometimes blocked in, sometimes reaching out,
one moment your life is a stone in you, and the next, a star.”
Sunset by Rainer Maria Rilke is a favourite poem of mine ✨✨✨
The Other World was an Advent Calendar for Television and the bridge was a magic place for good decisions. I know where it is 😊
There are some trails in the forest, but they are not consistent with my old topographic map. My compass lies on my desk top at home but I’ll find the direction using the sun.
It was one of the first walks, I tested for my self in unknown terrain. I went west towards the wonderful sea.
The sun stood low in the horizon when I finally reached my destination, and I enjoyed the silence while I ate my last supplies.
Back again on the country road I found a bus heading towards the train station. It was deeply satisfying to find my way using a map and the slope of the sun.
Subsequently, I always bring a compass with me, but now also a phone with access to Viewranger and Komoot 😊
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods. There is rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea and music in its roar. I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
~ Lord Byron
Take pleasure in finding your own paths and leave only your footprints behind.
Happy walks 😍
“Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone — …”
The Sun by Mary Oliver
One fine November evening
Én af de fineste november aftener ved Inderbredning i Isefjorden
“…The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”
By Elizabeth Coatsworth
Imagine if we still believed in trolls.
Stories, told around the fireplace are no more. But how did they originate in the first place?
Dark forests, bogs and misty shapes across the meadow.
Of course, it was teeming with trolls everywhere 🤤
In Denmark we have several forests named after trolls.
Forests, where crippled trees reach out their tentacles for terrified walkers.
It’s always good fun when you are safe at home😁
HANNA'S WALK 
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