I need no music, because this forest is music.
Finally, I found the reason why I almost never listen to music at DHR.
This morning I was awaken by the whisper of the wind and the sound produced by the leeves dancing just outside the window of my bedroom.
And how many times I woke up with the songs of the birds that were saying “hoi Veronica, vandaag is het zonnig”.
And what about the lullaby of the rain in the evening. Why counting the sheeps to get asleep when you can count the drops falling from the Belgian sky.
Then, when I hear someone opening the door of the onthaal, I know that the day starts.
It’s time to go outside, listen to the children playing and running and having fun around the domein, or sometimes be scared on klimbos.
It’s time to go to the end of the big zipline above the lake and listen to the concert made by the frogs.
It’s time to make the fire for the Survival workshop, and the crackle and spark are just amazing.
It’s time to go to study Nederlands at the café bib at the library and listening to people who babbelen.
It’s time to ride my bike that lets me discover castles, villages, canals but that at every ride makes a strange noise that keeps me smiling and guessing if I will be able to come back home.
It’s time to open the ears, because here people speak a different language of mine and every word, every sentence can remain a mystery or have a meaning.
It’s time to kill the mosquitos, that in summer invade our gebouw so…sbaam sbaam sbaam…in the house echoes the sound of the fight against them.
It’s time to have a walk or going running and be surprised of every noise coming from under the trees and be happy to see een konijn of een ree of duizend duiven or from above the trees een specht of een eekhoorn.
But from these special trees comes the most beautiful sound of the world (voor mij).
It was winter, almost spring when I discovered it.
I was spending most of the days climbing and hugging trees from the platforms of the parcours of klimbos during the rescue training. Everything was still and due to my privileged position, I could hear something that I had never heard before.
The pine cones were opening. More than a sound, a poem.
And have you ever thought of which is your favorite sound? Let youself be amazed by the beautiful sounds of the world.