The first morning we sang a new song of Anne Elmberg:
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.
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.”
But depart we had to. Our beautiful pianist Rickard Åström’s taxi arrived while we were singing and Rickard packed up his piano as the song swirled and rose with renewed trust against the Mundekulla sky. Everyone rejoiced and spun like stars in the galaxy.
Don’t ask me how the song went. It was there and then and then gone again. But wonderful it was.
Today is a new day, a day of walk.
Me and Peter will put on our walking shoes and keep on walking, but with our hearts full of lovely memories and meetings.
Not far to go now. And at the same time we are already home. In the coming together we have arrived.
I often get the question how far or for how long I have walked. I look more and more like a question-mark.