Showing posts from August, 2012

Mundekulla Music Festival.

We are here in the embrace of Mundekulla, the course centre in the middle of the woods. Every morning kicks-off with a circle-dance on the lawn. What a wonderful way to start the day!

The first morning we sang a new song of Anne Elmberg:

I am beautiful  just the way I am. You are beautiful  just the way you are. Shining like a star, we are here to be  who we truly are. We are beautiful  just the way we are.

And we danced and saw our beauty. Just as we are.

It is wonderful for a walker from the long, straight roads to rest in a circle-dance. That is a home-coming of sorts.

The meeting is the reward of the walker, the fellowship his goal and the trust his staff.

The festival ended with us all summing it all up by creating and singing a new song with Sadhu the dancing dervish in the middle. 
Download the full score from here! The lyrics were born out of the moment: 

(in a not-so-poetic English translation;) "The time of trust is now. What a wonderful atmosphere! We always want to live like this.&qu…

The Child and the Horse / Barnet och hästen

I love this statue. You'll find it at the Archeological Museum in Athens. I got very moved by it when I saw it there in my youth and decades later I got this text very spontaneously and only now do I connect the two. 
Maybe there is also a connection between the statue and the text and the question I get very often: What is the purpose of the walk? Every time there is a new answer. Maybe this story is one possible answer. 

There are many others.
A horse comes galloping: goppeti, goppeti, gop! A small child sits on its back. 
The wind and the sun plays in the child's blond locks, goppeti, goppeti, gop! Such a big horse! And such a small child!  But the horse is comfortable with the light burden on his back and the child is comfortable with the big, strong legs underneath him. 
Goppeti, goppeti, gop!

Where are they heading? 
They are not heading anywhere. 
They are riding for the sake of the ride, for the joy of feeling the power of the legs against the dust of the road and the play of the…

In the circle of life. / Vi sätter oss i ringen

Papis, Gunilla and Peter on the go.

It is the third and final seminary on our walk on the theme of ”Existence” at Mundekulla retreatcentre. We sit in a circle under the trees in the meadow and listen and talk. The first day it was Sadhu from India and Papis from Senegal who spoke about their life-journeys starting from the religious contexts they grew up in. Sadhu’s grandfather was a Brahmin (a Hindi priest) and as a child he followed him to the temple to pray four times a day. And Papis who comes from a Muslim family grew up with five prayer times in the mosque each day. Despite the fact that they have lived on two different continents with two different religions you are struck by the similarity of their stories. They are deeply rooted in their traditions and carry them still with gratitude and pride. But they have both gone further, seeking their own road away from a world dominated by religious conformity and sometimes bigotry. They have walked a path towards their own truth, which…