Never the Yellow Brick Road

Hands up who does not remember the famous expression of the “yellow brick road” from „The Wizard of Oz“...

Dorothy and Toto

Dorothy és Toto original

I often think about life based on parallels from fairy tales: Alice in Wonderland, Ponies and Dorothies with their Totos. It is my bad, I know, but come on their symbolism is so expressive.

My latest life phase was definitely not about any yellow brick roads, and I can tell from my own experience that at the start each of your cells are against giving up the well-known for the unknown. Despite of this I can only advice to each of you that you dare to do this step!

Of course it will s*ck sometimes, there will be complications, you can already prepare for it beforehand, but all the new experience will shake up your life, just like a tornado running through the house which has fallen on the witch! ;) 

Always the Yellow Brick Road!

“Ones actions are motivated by seeking for happiness. Happiness on the other hand is fulfillment, a state where each need, might it be material or spiritual get satisfied. Joy is nothing else than the fulfillment of a need and without big needs there is no big joys either. Having certain abilities also means to have the need to capitalize them.”

Albert Szent-Györgyi 

Someone who was able to isolate the vitamin C and vitamin P might be speaking the truth if it is about fulfillment of needs and abilities, doesn't he?

The first month of my adventure is behind me now, the so called warm up phase. Tomorrow I will continue my journey in Slovenia in order to collect new experiences for my upcoming post.

What is it if not shamanic magic?

One thing is certain: I gained some muscles in Döröske under the wings of my shaman and personal trainer, Miss Sábli. I was swimming thousand of meters and cycling from 10 to 80 km each day,  pulling weeds in the garden, bowed hundred-times a day, wheelbarrow-ed mulch, made spontaneous yoga-exercises…All of these made my body more fit. As the body gets more fit, the spirit reaches its turning point as well: as the Vazsi tribe conquered Zala in one day and made himself suffer among these unrealistically kind folks for no reason through mountains and valleys in the scorching sun; at the same time the feeling of ”being capable of everything” won over the doubtful thoughts like ”why did I even start this, and whose insane one's idea was this at all”?

It might sound like a common sentence, but with time the road starts to be more exciting than the goal itself and it just gets the better, the less you walk on the yellow brick road. Cycling next by the railroad humps you can learn about the local herbs of Vas-county (Hungary); and as you wander through the vineyards to pick couple of apples from unknown gardens, unknown people invite you for drinking a glass of wine with them, eat some gulyás or some bream, and tell you about the most secret mushroom-picking places.

D and É

M, J and É

É, J and J

Besides the physical one another power was present this month very strong in my life: the amazon-power. I got to know four very strong women here. Juli is electromagnetic and impulsive, Dóra is like the stone, solid and steady, Marika is always on the move and unstoppable, and Judit has the immerse power of a river in her. You walk the yellow or any color brick or paved or forest road and you wonder how is it possible that the coward lion, the heartless tin man, or the stupid scarecrow are your co-travelers on it? Who of course already have everything in them what they dream about. And what does it tell about you? Actually it is not so important at all. In this story of mine we were walking towards something which turned out to be a bit of a mirage, or not, the more important is that we all got what we needed to get through this journey.

Power is a funny thing, because it establishes this invisible law of attraction: the strong gets attracted to the weak to protect it, two strong ones want to confront each other, the power of the strong one might scare the weaker one, the strong one might get demotivated by the weakness of the weaker one at the end (and during all of this may be we do not even recognize who we are in this game and who is the other). Or it might be as well that all this concept of power of attraction are just some dead end of our everyday thinking, just as we think of the weeds to be pulled in the garden. In the Hungarian language we refer to weeds in the garden as intruders who take the space, sunshine, nutrition from the crop. They grow over it, steal the breath from it, and suppress it. In the German language they have the same word standing for weeds and herbs (das Kraut) since all the weeds what we actually pull in the garden are not trash at all, and can be used for something.

For example you can cook a soup or make a salad from the dandelion, the fat purslane, the chickweed, and use the horsetail for treating almost every health issue. And I did not even start to explain what mulching is! :)

this is tha plane tree in Körmend
and not the pear tree in Viszák :)

on the road

Follow your road my dear ones and follow your calling, and if it happens to go by Viszák, do not miss the ”Pajtaszínház“ (Barn-theater, hallmarked by József Szarvas, well known Hungarian actor), the Fairy Garden, and  the Shelter-Pear tree where you can see also the traces of Zsu`s, Laci`s and my work!