I knew the inevitable would eventually bubble to the surface, and it has been since leaving Ontario, that I have actually spent more than a couple days in a city, but now I am here in Malmö, in the Scania region of Sweden, healing and resting in the nest of a romantic female partner. This is of course a vastly different landscape and routine than I am used to, though I have passed through a few of the worlds famous cities during my travels in the last few months, namely Vancouver, Nanaimo, Reykjavik, Copenhagen, Roskilde, Oslo, and Stockholm. I would never choose to live in any of these places permanently but have found pleasure among the crowd on more than one occasion.
The first thing I did as is routine in any new place is finding my bearings, where is the local meat monger, and health food stores, mapping out some walking paths, and the local saunas (these are numerous in Europe), and even the flotation centers, if I happen to seek some sensory deprivation treatment. My time will by no means be spent only indoors, but instead I will be taking most of my explorations inside myself, rather than the external environment. There are some historic landmarks in this part of Sweden that still yet attract my attention like the various historic iron age monuments, and foteviken viking village, museums, as well as some areas of natural beauty on the coast, but my focus is now turning towards to mind activity, my personal studies of runology, and reading of the icelandic/norse poetry, meditation and fitness, and attaining a proper diet regime once again. I aim to bring my health and primal abilities back to the level I had from the winter. Several months of demanding farm work and incessant travel have left my skeleton creaking and moaning like the wooden shacks of old fishing villages.
Its not all bad, and being in the city, adapting to an entirely different geometry of architecture will give me space to train in an urban environment, work on my parkour, and restock my personal travel gear, as I am trying to build an entirely new nomadic living set up for when I go back to tent living. I also have more time to journal, and write of some of my experiences in Scandinavia thus far. I will only be in the city until early September, then it’s back to the black Irish soils, to work farm again, probably I will end up milking cattle for awhile, but this is yet to be carved out. I feel comfortable with company again, after many miles on my own hooves. In the meantime I am reading and listening to some of the old Icelandic sagas, currently studying Njals saga.
A man needs his woman to lie next in the night after his time in the world, its part of the heroic journey of one’s own mythology. I recently viewed a film that struck a deep chord in my spirit about a man named Baldr who went away from his clan to gather secret knowledge of other culture, only to be met with a hostile neglection when he returned. He became the avatar of the living tradition and transferable society, it purveyed the importance of the oral story telling, and preservation of information. This is where I find myself now, gestating several years of cultural feedback, sitting with it, and sharing it with others who have not been able to travel as I have.