Walk of Wisdom Revisited (by pilgrim Penelope Moneypenny)

More than a month ago I started my wisdom walk and with me about twenty others. Even then it rained. Quite intense, in fact. But at the height of Bison Bay, the sun smiled at us. It was going to be a perfect day.

Our friendly group face to face with the Galloway cattle. A trio stood in the middle of the path. Just take a detour.

Yesterday I walked the second stage from Kranenburg again. What a difference! The corn fields are bare except for a few cobs. The summer activity has come to an end. And the forest? The forest is inviting. The silence, the smells, the colors of the foliage. Every now and then you are startled by a hard pets. Shiny chestnuts in cracked spiky husks. Rough husk brown kernel.

After the Brandenburg, the crossroads with the overgrown path. You can’t miss it. A little later, turn left after the foresters, the ground is littered with a lot of yellow apples. Crab apples? A single hiker, a mountain biker, people walking the dog. No, you’re never completely alone and it’s not scary.

The St. Peter’s Church is fairytale. Jansberg. Unusual mushrooms in seemingly impossible places. Bare tree roots reminiscent of Van Gogh’s famous painting. A weathered tree stump in which you can see a tired turtle with a little imagination.

Il pleure dans mon coeur, comme il pleut sur la ville. Poetic words by Verlaine. Autumn and mystery, embrace them. After all, decay leads to new life. Again and again.

Text and photos: Penelope Moneypenny