Some mornings one would go for the brief walk of getting some breakfast and back to the house after. By then it was time to change clothing for ones clothes could get soaked on a couple of hundred yards walk. Most often the rain was not particularly strong yet it came horizontally with the wind. Yes, a wind that has never seized to blow. The landscape around as in most of west coast Jutland was of farmland with thin lines of trees between the fields. These Trees have gown into most abstract, wicked forms for there were so few that they could not shelter each other from the constant wind.
It is a harsh land to live, the earth yields little and one has to work hard to get it. The campus in the mids of farms was like a bubble of soap with its well kept loans and odd wooden barracks. I loved to live there for you could step out a building an leave the whole thing behind, enter another reality through stepping into surrounding farmland. We were lucky for pine trees on a nearby bit of land were grown. I often escaped to spend the night in the woods. There was a spot in the middle from where you could not see the edge. one could easily imagine to be surrounded by miles and miles of forests. A perfect place for a camp fire.
Often I also escaped towards the nearest settlement, in the afternoons I left for the village to have a beer in the local pub or just hang out, take a walk. Walking home was always nice, regardless the weather on the winding little road. And it was one of these walks, that I have decided to invite wolf into my life. I was confused at the time, not aware of what exactly I was seeking but certainly desperate to find it. Many things have set me off my balance. I could say, I was learning with an amusing speed many a things about the world and myself in it. Life, has thought me some painful yet valuable lessons but I did not consciously know what to make of my learnings. Have had some strange dreams on the previous nights and I couldn’t quite decipher them. They have had some relation to Africa where I have spent some time and returned from less then four months before. Staying in Mozambique was a switch, it has became a catalyst to my studies and career. So there was I, thinking about it all and I stopped. I had seen a particularly interesting tree and started talking to it. I thought first only I was doing the talking and felt a bit stupid about this situation but continued never the less. Unaware of it I entered a conversation with a tree. Eventually it was time to go but I have became inspired by this conversation and I left saying loud, out into the wide world ‘Wolf, I invite you into my life’.
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