It’s not easy being green
When I was on tour with Druyd in Germany recently, despite the fact that Du likes us to take as little with as possible, I decided to take my Nordic walking sticks with me. I had been doing Nordic walking for a few months and wanted to continue while I was on tour. So when we had a break on the highway, I’d take out my sticks and go for a little 10 minute walk to get the circulation going. During the end of our tour, we stayed with a friend in Herford. Herford is a gorgeous little town towards the north of Germany which a) is situated on the El Camino, b) has its own chocolate factory (and factory shop I might add) and c) has a wonderful walkway taking you right around the town. So of course, I picked up my walking sticks the next day and took a walk around the city. And while I was walking, to my very pleasant surprise I came across at least 10 people doing Nordic walking just as I was. In fact, it was an overwhelming relief to see so many people doing Nordic walking.
Why? Because while I’m here in Zagreb I do my Nordic walking along a path near a railway track near my house. Sometimes I go towards the east of the city but sometimes towards the west where I pass my local train station. And more often than not I get comments such as “excuse me, but it hasn’t started snowing yet” or if nothing else looks of bewilderment. Who would think that a person walking with two poles and not a hint of snow on the ground could cause such a stir? So, as you can imagine, I usually head east to do my Nordic walk avoiding people, comments and raised eyebrows as much as possible.
Why are we sometimes so eager to ridicule or belittle something that is different? Throughout history people have been tormented both physically and otherwise for being different or having a different opinion, from Galileo to Gandhi. Why is that? Fear of the unknown? Fear of upsetting the status quo? Fear of change? Fear of our lack of knowledge? I don’t know. All I know is that, in the words of Thoreau, “if a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.” I hope that both you and I never stop listening to that drummer and always keep up with the music no matter what the critics may say