Köln and Baden-Baden, and other personal thoughts
Day 8: Köln and
So in the morning I slept in. I didn’t get up and around until 10, so I decided I would just pack up, and instead of concelebrating a mass I just went to the
What do you do in this town? Well, first it is a lot smaller than any of the other towns I have been to, it is also a place to come to relax. This place is a small town but is very wealthy by its looks and the people that inhabit it. I struck gold on this hotel, Hotel am Markt, it is in a beautiful hill, right next to a local Catholic Church and close to the baths and all the other items to do. Getting there in the evening I went straight to the baths and you can’t beat 33€ per night. I did a shorter one but it came with about an hour and a half of sauna, pools, and all relaxation. After this I was ready for some supper, I went to a place not far from my hotel and had a great meal. I first started with a good Tomato Cream Soup afterwards my main course was Wild Boar, with a light brown gravy, red cabbage, a little cranberry jelly and some kind of different potato that is in crusted over baked shell.
It was all marvelous! Boar is just a little gamy but so tender that it cuts so easily with your knife. This is something that should be tried by as many people as possible as it can change their attitudes about strange food. Just because we don’t eat it often, doesn’t mean it can’t taste very good. To wash it down with I had a Karlsburg Dunkel (1878). Afterwards, feeling very satisfied I wandered around a little bit to just enjoy the beauty of this town at night. I found a place called Amadeus where I stuck up a conversation with a local in German then met a couple travelling from
Day 9:
After getting up at about
Other Musings while in
If one could sit and share a drink, and if one’s preference a smoke, would we not be a little nicer, more loving…more peaceful? Instead we believe in the omnipotence of ourselves, our shells, our comfort zones.
That is not the make-up that stirs man’s blood.
Now it would seem that way if we turn on the news, listen to the Glen Beck’s, or Chris Matthew’s, and all the other righties and lefties that seem so sure, so right so confident. Yet they are the torment, the blah of our world. We can watch and scream and say to their words, yes, no, or maybe so! Yet the longer we sit and listen to their words, their food becomes bland, their words become faded, and it all becomes something we just want to spit out!
While in this
Nietszsche said we need to wake from our Dogmatic slumber, yet that is what we need more than ever now.
We have a Dogma that only sees to the end of our nose, this is not life, this is not freedom, and freedom is something that must be sought, must be felt, and must be encountered. You don’t encounter freedom on your couch watching television. That is enslavement, listening to the blathering of those who seem to know it all, when in the silence of their own lives and at home…they are broken too!
If we see that we are broken then we know that all of us need to be fixed. That is how IT starts, we see pieces, we see shards of glass taken in the right sunlight become every beautiful color of the rainbow. The rainbow, that symbol of peace, love and God who arches around us, wraps around us and into himself, broken little pieces and all.
When we see the symbol of broken glass we know it goes beyond the labels we use in our own lives, for if we pick up broken glass with reckless abandon, we too will feel that cut in our hands and see the blood; and for a moment we will look upon and feel the pulse of our own heart. It is then that we know for sure that we are alive. Labels go away, and we are one with each other if only for a moment. When we are one with others when we understand the joy of a mother at the sound of her first child’s cry, or the anguish when the heart goes silent at a love ones last breath, it is then that we are weak, vulnerable, emotion filled! Yet it is in these moments that we are full of the knowledge that we are one with each other and for that moment we are no longer red or blue, left or right, black or white, we are…broken, yet proud because we are broken together and yet proud because we are gifted with our humanity and proud. Proud to try and pick up the pieces, proud to have labored through the sweat and tears, proud to have known the person or persons who make us who we are.








