Walking distance from home

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Last week I was a nomad in the most pronounced way. On foot, with a loaded backpack. A hiking trip across the  glorious Dutch Veluwe. A good prep for this coming year. What I encountered was not only nice…

Two blocks from the house I can still call mine for coming two weeks, I pick up the trail of the famous (or rather infamous) 15th century Marshal Maarten van Rossum . Heavily packed I start with solid pace. A 150 kilometer hike. Fully self-sufficient. A little cottage on my back. Self-assured. Like always I start with naive enthusiasm; that’s me. And yes, as many times in life, it turns out quite different than planned … The nights are freezing cold. Even with thermal underwear and hot water bottles I feel my body crying. The road appears to be heavy. My left hip doesn’t want to support my actions. Oops. Injury. On day two! An emergency brake that I cannot ignore. Even the fanatic side of me cannot help but admit. Resignation. After a short discussion with myself and a little puzzle with the map, a new route unfolds. Profites the sleeping and plaster places exactly as I need them. Sometimes free coffee and nice conversation, sometimes silence and confrontation. For, of course, I am ‘opposed’ to myself. Thoughts go in all directions. Emotions keep following each other. The mind is seeking excuses, rather, it does not want to let me continue without arguements. Then suddenly I come to a stop. I’m slowly looking around, réally standig still for the first time. I realize, I smell, I feel. Wow! What is the beauty of nature? Simple luck. What a wealth to enjoy. All the rest is relative. A story. Sometimes it deserves attention. But no real stage place. My body treats me for the rest of the week with resilience. Despite the cold. Despite the pain. The clouds disappear and the sun shine in all it’s glory.  Everything just falls into place. I feel supported by life. So I can bear whatever comes. Eventually, my trip ends in a small town called Hattem, just like my last name. How appropriate. From home towards home. And my true home being me, always on walking distance…

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