the Sacred Luther-Eiche

Whats happening? Sunburnt are our faces. And the body is aching. We climbed up into the Brandenberg Forest at the other Weser riverside. First we visited our Coldblooded Friends at the Eisenbahner Heim. Willemien gave the carrots and I caressed Big Paule’s Soft Upperlip. He seemed to like that. He has a few long grey hairs there. I don’t know if he can see my Moustache. At least he didn’ whinney: Now its my turn!


Then we greeted the Snowdrop-Field. We happen to know a secret place where hundreds and hundreds of them tiny Messengers are humming their springtime song. They wished us good luck in climbing up to the Brandenberg top. A Snowdrop knows how high that is. We took our time to dry up a bit after our escalade. Already from the Luther Eiche down town we had walked in this slow mountaineering rhythm. We learned that in the Italian Dolomites end of the sxties. Our first long mountain tour together. It brought us over the Sella Pass and later all the way down to Venice and from there back into the Siusi Alps…By train of course!

Pfft, nowadays a “low” Brandenberg is all we need. And after that a dream stroll right across that wild forest up there. Resting on the mossy foot of a sunny tree in a lighting. No foxes, deer or boars. One local walker with his Sammy-dog. Lots of blown off firs, fallen flat over the track. All too tall for the superficial rooting on these windy, stony heights. Now in the warm living room where we do our Blipwork, we listen to Riley Lee’s Yoga Music. In Deep Quietness. With a smile and a yawn.