Diary of a pioneer: researching Portugal
This week I investigated whether we can start a Walk of Wisdom in Portugal. But it feels like we’re not ready for that in this place. It’s not flowing yet. Yes, Huub and Adelheid’s angel is standing high on a hill here in Portugal, beckoning from an inspired place, but I don’t see a group of local people yet who can carry the angels further into the country. That will come, maybe.
It was the first time I purposefully scouted for a second round in another country. It was on my own initiative and that doesn’t seem to me to be the best way to create a route in a new country. In March I will go to Belgium with Manja on the initiative of others. That may work better.
Fortunately, I have also seen beautiful things here in Portugal and remembered old insights: that I need time alone, for example. Time to listen to the wind and the unfolding of my body. Time to hear what life says under the chatter of the people. Forgive me for saying that and know: I often chat along!
We often talk to each other in upper layers where the undercurrent of our emotional life is not visible. I don’t live there, in those upper layers. I live where peace calls and the bird, and under rest and the bird the heart of things. That seeming power of the whole and everything that we stand before with our small thoughts and notions like a monkey before the great ocean, that majestic stretch of water that endures the passage of time every day with the sinking sun so calmly and unaffected.
Damien
Parque natural de Sintra-Cascais, a beautiful area near Lisbon.
