There is a silence at the Seminar Haus today. Not many sounds to be heard except the falling of the acorns from the trees… and Dan, my fellow American visiting here at Seminar Haus, playing the occasional you tube or video on his computer. Our host is away in France this week teaching a caligraphy seminar to second degree Reiki students. And with no seminars this weekend in Wettenbostel, the space is a mostly golden… silence.
I have enjoyed the simple things today. Mostly… being tender to myself. An omlet for lunch… leeks, peppers and eggs with gouda cheese. Yum. And a walk in the golden fields just across the way. I strolled for a while… then rested and took in the warmth of the ground. Communed with the rows of fields before me. I even found a tree stump that had been carved into a little seat. A great place to rest. And later a little picnic table and chairs crafted out of neglected pieces of wood. Ah. Feels good.
I took a little dip in the hot tub this afternoon. By myself this time….The heat of the water was intense and shot through me… I could only take it for a minute or two before I jumped out and returned to the refuge of the house.
This morning I found my way down the street to our hosts home for a bit. I did some work with our hostess and then gratefully received TWO pairs of warm woolen socks… a little preparation for the cool weather creeping in with the fall. One pair were bright red ski socks. On my feet right now. Ah, oh so warm. The other pair, Angola wool with pretty pink stars on them. Deeply appreciated and a reflection of the simple ways our hostess cares for us while we’re here.
Dan is on the porch smoking his pipe. And I am here. In the building next door called the little dojo. There is a soft murmur from farming equipment in the background, working the potato fields. And that is what lingers today… in the silence of Wettenbostel. A soft, soothing sound.
-Photo by Michael Hartley
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