Before I am going to continue my African journey, a bit of Europe is in order, don’t you think? Since January has just begun and the cheerfully lit ornaments of snowmen and Santa on the sleigh haven’t been entirely removed from my South African, tropical neighbourhood, you might indeed enjoy a bit of a frostier destination.
To me, the new year hasn’t begun until I have had a chance to go on a walk meditating about who I am and what I want to do next while breathing in the new year’s air. As a mother of little children, that is not always immediately possible, cheerful walks with one boy on a bike and the other trying to climb out of the pram do not count as soul-searching aiming at arriving in the new time.
Growing up, I was blessed with an amazing dad. An acknowledged inventor, poet, passionate world changer, someone who would always try to get up after a fall, believing in the good, honest enough about the bad, he taught me the value of taking long walks in the clear mountain air, letting the complete silence of a snow-covered forest amplify the sounds of your own heart.
Even when we went as a whole family, minus 20 degrees Celsius kept at bay with warm jackets, snow boots and multiple scarfs, armed with Glühwein or a flask of rum to prevent hypothermia, crossing frozen lakes and icy mountain tops, there would be these special, intense moments of recapping the life passed and creating direction for the months ahead.
Do you want to travel with me for a moment through a German forest, to properly arrive in the new season? I included some pictures of my city as well, to give you an impression what winter is like. Very romantic, and very comforting to have a warm home filled with the smells of christmas cookies and the laughter of dear friends.