Here comes the Wayne Train

Going to Schwarzwald Fairy Forest and back. Being picked by A, a little reunion in perfect timing I find her waiting outside, not knowing she’s been next to me all along. Spending a wonderful day in the forest we drive back to her home, crossing the border in the evening sun. The next family. Are you going back to Berlin? Apparently going around the triangle makes more than one person assume I’m going backwards. I don’t like the feeling, trying not to get irritated or agitated by the assumption. It’s triggering me. I’m not going anywhere near that place again. Not any time soon anyways. I’m only waiting to see Her. After more than a year, reuniting in Her home. The next family house. It will be more than a week. For this time I will have to keep my focus. Enjoy my time with A in this incredible nature that I’ve always wanted to explore. The German Fairy Forest. 

To Schwarzwald and back oder so. Finally in the right one. Not only train but wagon with only a delay of going back and forth for two hours. As I watch the high pine trees, the crystal lakes and blue sky in the sun pass by I’m happy after all the inconvenience to have finally found the train home. The beautiful panoramic views and my friends in my ears making my trip a bit lighter. The weather easy breathy 25 degrees, clear skies, fresh air and burning sun. It couldn’t be more beautiful. Having another beautiful hike around the area, enjoy breathtaking views on the lake surrounded by small villages. Fairytale like. 

On my way up to the first view point sits a senior couple having their break on a bench under the forest trees to catch some shade and take a breath. They look at me smiling, asking me where I came from, what my way is. Their open hearts making me smile. We talk for a little while. “Maybe you will find a millionaire one day who will travel with you. But be careful don’t let yourself get used by men. Don’t fall for their words. Many men use that as a trap. Look at yourself beautiful young woman, you will find a good one”. I smile and nod. That’s been my problem all along. The thing with believing misleading words, false promises and manipulative lies. I feel free and happy today being able to enjoy this beautiful, refreshing nature. This old couple inspires me. “It’s beautiful where we live. We have a 180 degree view on The Valley. Last night we watched the moon sickle. It was wonderful.” I see myself in the future like them. Happy in nature, going on hikes, trying yoga and qigong. 

This is how I imagine elderhood. Seniorship. The trees still passing by me, dense and deeply green. Thinking about a refreshing bath in nature, my walk leads me right next to the most precious little river, quiet, hidden and mystical. It seems like a magical forest. I take off my clothes and walk into the tiny stream, lying down in the clear water. The sun reflecting from the water back into my eyes. Another old couple asks me about the temperature. I tell them it’s enjoyable. Just right. After the small bath I grab my scarf and move to the other side to dry in the sun. The land is beautifully cultivated. A tree house, wooden seats, a swing. Another day in the enchanting South of my home country that I have not discovered before. 

Two days later after the odyssey train ride I finally sit in the train bringing me out of the hilly forestcape. Castles, churches, little villages and large tree covered hill areas passing by. This time in the morning sun, bringing me back to Switzerland to see my Suisse girls. Short time for one, long time for the other. A reconnection of two years. Like my wonderful selfless A who just dropped me at the train. Another goodbye for a while. One week she gifted me at her place. Two years that I’ve met her in amazing Albania is where we grew together. Going back there now. The circles. Opening and closing . It’s these first weeks of finally embracing all the ones I love and missed so much. Coming together and saying bye within the shortest time. Drop offs at train stations, more train rides from one to the next. One dropping me off, the next one picking me up. So fulfilling, yet sad.  Arrivals and leaves. The cycle of life. Samsara. And I am the lucky one to be blessed with all them beautiful souls moving out of the way making space for me, generously sharing their precious time with me. Moving forward, inside looking back to what was and what will be.