On a weekday cold afternoon, we decided to visit the Bosjö monastery/castle (Bosjökloster), on the banks of Östra Ringsjön (literally “Eastern Ring Lake”), in the municipality of Höör.
Benedictine abbey founded in 1080, is now a private property which, however, opens door to the public, behind the payment of a symbolic offering for the maintenance of the structure since it does not receive any public funding, the old part of the castle, the gardens and the adjacent park with its centuries-old oaks. And this captured our interest today.
The sun already started its fast way down unto the horizon; its rays filtered through the sinuous silhouette of this beautiful ancient forest. Cold and silent, only us around. Large oaks surrounded us and, at the same time, bewitched and intrigued us with their bare branches in contrast with the deep blue sky.Yet, it was not difficult at all to spot and find the millennial oak, the real reason of our visit today: beautiful, huge, majestic and impressive despite the signs of time, which inexorable, have sculpted, molded, forged it.
Yet it still resists: incredibly and irreducibly remains there, static and yet alive, important as a warning to those who, like me, take a pause to think. I always loved the trees, I have always been attracted by the forests in which, I believe, we can always return to find something, even ourselves. I have always believed that there is a spirit, some kind of a vital breath of the forests, and there is life, something that pulses, feels and vibrates.
The forest receives and gives to those who know how to feel, to those who can get in harmony with the world and with Nature around them.
As if she was reading my mind, Patty tells me about Peter Wohllben – who has made his passion for forests and trees his profession — and one of his researches and discoveries: in its book “The Hidden Life of Trees” he tells how the trees, the ones of the same kind/species, live and grow up helping each other, sustaining and addressed each other.
I look around and try to imagine, to understand. How did this oak managed to live so long? The surrounding forest nurtured and protected her; the other trees around helped her; maybe she now supports and help her “young” brothers. The forest receives and gives to itself, protects itself, regenerates itself to live in Harmony with itself and Mother Nature. Years, centuries, millennia. Still in time.
Are we sure we are the superior specie? Living, fighting and damning ourselves and each other for a few years and then disappear without a trace? Are we really sure that maybe, in the “static” of the forest is not concealed the secret for a better life?
My daughter wakes up and her laugh breaks the silence; I shake off myself these heavy thoughts. At least for now.
We continue to walk in the silence of the park. From the terrace of the castle before, and the small pier then, we enjoy a beautiful sunset on the half frozen lake.
Below the pictures of the day, all of them taken "freer-hand".