It is a cool Friday evening in Wettenbostel. It is after 9pm, that is 21:00 European time. The bite in the cold air reminds me I am not in New Orleans anymore… but still… being here has its benefits.
The highlight for tonight was catching a good glimpse of the sun setting. Stripes of purple and gold melting into the evening sky. And a little good company for the show was appreciated too. Then, returning to Wettenbostel the nearly full moon was hiding behind a patch of clouds. All we could see was the glimmer of light giving a hint of the full story that the moon had to tell. Then making the way home to the Seminar Haus… meandering in the dark through the potatoes fields… entering through the woods in the back finally giving way to the open space in back by the hot tub.
With movement and departure surrounding me… Dan my fellow American and porch companion leaving on Sunday for Switzerland and our German traveling bicycling visitor seeking his next destination beyond Wettenbostel, I can feel a little tug of my own wondering if there is any change calling out for me. My inner voice whispers let go and trust. And in the quietness of the autumn night it seems quiet possible. To let go and trust.
For now I will keep things simple and sweet. My computer is awaiting a new hard drive and I am typing on a computer in a cold room in the little dojo, a building next door to where I stay. My comfortable, warm heated room is calling my name. I must surrender to its call!
Photo of Autumn in Wettenbostel by Michael Hartley
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