Throwback Sierra, Andalusia 2021

There would be a lot to say about the almost 5 months that I spent in the Sierra*** in the Andalusian Mountains. In autumn 2021 I spent about 2 months in the place where I grew up until I was about 9 years old and was kind of waiting for the next opportunity/place to go to. Winter was coming and from how I understood the vibrations and the discussions in the media, we were approaching a harsh time in Germany, at least for the people who decided not to take the thing that shall not be named. Sheer "coincidence" (or a mixture of manifestation and fate expressing itself through a nice row of synchronistic events) brought me from the West of Germany to the Wilderness of Spain within a timeframe of 2 weeks. I saw an opportunity, I took a week to think about it, I took another week to plan and pack up my stuff and then I was already there. Four good months months in the middle of Nowhere, almost completely off-grid. Hot water only through solar Panels - I had to carry wood and water in order to have a cozy home. I never thought I would be willingly living in a place that off grid, cause, let’s be brutally honest: I LOVE luxury. Not in a cocky or excessive kind of way, but I like beautiful things, I like it clean and vast and luscious, I like my little bottles of oil, nice sheets, golden bathtubs ;)… however, this winter I learned: Yes! I love beauty and comfort and luxury, however I do not NEED it. And if I was ever asked to choose between having access to nature or having a neat apartement, I would most probably choose Nature (might depend on how extreme the conditions would be). My time in the Sierra was partly quite challenging, out of many reasons I might speak about at another time. However there was a lot of beauty around me and the things I miss most and that were bringing me the most joy, where the little community of people who lived there and nature. Oh! My! God! NATURE!!! I was never before or after able to give myself so fully to Mother Nature, as I have been during this time. I knew that the chances of meeting another human soul after crossing that little bridge and stepping into the Forest, would be maybe 3%. I was alone in a vast landscape, where I discovered new pathways, rocks, trees, rivers, springs, meadows, animals, mountains and more more more every time I went. In fact, I was careful not to loose the pathways I already knew, cause it was not too difficult to get lost there. You had to pay respect to the mountain, to nature itself, because otherwise she would have taught you to be respectful. For the whole time I stayed there, in my little hut, I spent hours and hours alone in nature. Meditating. Singing. Reading. Exploring. Mostly I just sat there. I didn’t do much. I always took a little snack, water and a thermos full of ceremonial cacao with me. I always shared with the creatures of the wilderness and left things as a gift for the spirits. Often, when I decided to go back, I realized that it was much later, then I thought. At least once a week I went up my beloved mountain, a place out of time. And I really had the feeling that it was OUT OF TIME. I felt that one could get really lost up there, maybe jumping timelines into other dimensions, falling into a portal that would transport you to a completely different place on earth… Anything seemed possible. There was magic everywhere. The veil between humans and Spirit and SpiritS was thin. Often the mountain would help me to release something, let go or have important realizations.