You can always put one foot in front of another. Well most people are that lucky. But which path do you choose? The winding path, the large wide gravel road or a cycle path along the road.
Yesterday I chose a lovely path in the Arboretum in Hørsholm. A winding path along lakes and among rhododendrons. I wanted to experience the beautiful rhododendrons in the Arboretum, and I was grateful to have the chance.
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
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.
Isn’t stunningly beautiful, exclaimed the woman, who was walking towards me. She was well wrapped, but under the hood red curly hair was sticking out over a pair of twinkling blue eyes.
She smiled excited and exclaimed, I don’t understand why I have to convince myself to go for a walk.
The outdoor doesn’t tempt me when I’m sitting at home looking out.
Therefore I cheat and persuade myself that 15 minutes will do me good. And it entices me so in the end I take advantage of that hour I have available at midday.
We chatted a bit more about different natural areas that were worth exploring. She exclaimed that she loved the winding paths, and she loved to set a new course every day. I wonder why I felt so much sympathy 🙂
An hour later I met her again still heading away from her starting point. I failed to mention the highly overdue deadline because she seemed to be floating away with a dreamy expression between gnarled old trees and green moss cushions.
New American research from Standford University in California, shows that walks in the countryside provides lower blood flow in parts of the brain that produces the greatest activity with worries and thoughts.
Gregory Bratman and his colleagues conclude from their research that even short trips are changing the brain and have a measurable impact on negative thoughts
Photo by Hanna Greenwood
Er der ikke fantastisk smukt, udbrød kvinden, som kom gående imod mig. Hun var pakket godt ind, men under hætten stak det røde krøllede hår frem over et par tindrende blå øjne. Hun smilede begejstret, og udbrød: Jeg forstår ikke, hvorfor jeg skal overtale mig selv til at komme ud og gå. Vandreture frister mig ikke, når jeg sidder hjemme og kigger ud. Derfor fortæller jeg mig selv, at jeg skal bare gå i et kvarter, og ikke den time, som jeg har til rådighed til mig selv midt på dagen.
Vi sludrede lidt mere om forskellige naturområder, der var værd at udforske. Hun poienterede, at hun elskede de snoede stier, og helst gik en ny vej hver dag. Hvorfor følte jeg så stor sympati?
En time senere mødte jeg hende igen stadigvæk med kurs væk fra hendes startsted. Jeg undlod at omtale den stærkt overskredne tidsfrist, for hun så ud til at svæve afsted med et drømmende udtryk mellem de viltre træer og de grønne mospuder.
Ny amerikansk forskning fra Standford University i Californien, viser at ture i naturen giver lavere blodgennemstrømning i de dele af hjernen, som giver størst aktivitet ved bekymringer og tanker.
Gregory Bratman og hans kollegaer konkluderer på baggrund af deres forskning at selv korte ture forandrer hjernen og har en målbar effekt på negative tanker
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God tur og husk madpakken ❤
HANNA'S WALK 
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