Pastorale

And again. We made a long day. After getting up early I walked down to the riverside. Slowly descending the Friedensthal. Listening to the murmuring brook. The sight of the river in the morning was the first in a long time. There was a misty cloud hanging in the valley just around the Southeast Corner. It catched the beaming light of the rising sun. The clouds over the Brandenberg kept the rest of the valley forest in shadows. A fascinating play.


Back home for breakfast, I wrote my diary - in German - just to get the taste of variation in tone and style. Somehow you have to start again from scratch, the Zero Dregree of writing, which lies deep below the surface of this or that journal-language. The writer sits in his chapel, prayes and waits for the gift of living words.


I sat in a chapel this afternoon. We made a very long walk through the Beverungen Uplands under an impressive cloudy sky. Finally arriving in the small village of Drenke. Three streets and large farm houses. A small white Church, with an outdoor chapel in the garden. I sat there silently between the lavender and the roses. Meanwhile W. was viewing some old farm-houses.

On the way back into the highlands we had a splendid view on the village of Drenke. Back in the woodlands we met a large flock of sheep. No shepard or dog to see. The sheep hardly noticed our coming and going.