We are always traveling. Rarely have a plan, only sometimes prepare.
I think about a Danish poet, Dan Türell, who wrote in an essay: if you can not make an adventure out of your daily walk to the supermarket, there is no reason to go anywhere.
Yesterday I had a small adventure in the nature garden surrounding the house we are currently living in. The adventure has a context.
Two weeks ago, I trekked to a waterfall with my family, and we found an abandoned house, almost a ruin, with an animal cave digger underneath. It was a porcupine “cave.” We found the little sticks,and we were just amazed when we googled them: they are all over Italy, all the way to the aloes. Rare, obviously.
Fast forward, our host told me, that there is a cave in the garden, and then once, and one time only, has he seen a porcupine family in the garden.
So yesterday, I was out to find the cave, walking around under the trees, among the cacti, wet feet in the grass. It was beautiful, sunset light drizzling beauty, and I enjoyed it immensely.
Did I find the cave? The animal? No.
But I found peace. Beauty. Adventure. Presence.
And that is all I need.
Cecilie Conrad
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