Living in the rhythm of nature

Those of you who have been following us for a while know we're still in the process of slowing down. We've been on this journey for a year now, and we still have that uneasy feeling of constantly having to push ourselves further and further into our system. Or is something finally changing?

Rendieren in Fins Lapland

With our Globus 2, we're crisscrossing the far north of Europe. There's a softness in the air. The days are long, the silence deeper. As if nature is inviting us to slow down.

Standing still is not standing still

We've been searching for slowing down for a long time. Not just in kilometers per hour, but in our entire being. Needing to do less and feeling more. But we haven't succeeded yet. There was always the temptation or urge to keep going. As if we ourselves still had to get used to the idea that rest isn't lazy and standing still doesn't mean standing still.

And now, here in the Varanger region in the far north of Lapland, it seems as if it's working out just a little bit. This rugged, silent landscape against the icy Barents Sea, with its endless tundra, whispers: stay a little longer.

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Rhythm is determined by the seasons

We are in Sámi territory. Not a legacy of the past, but a living culture. Here, in northern Lapland, the reindeer are still herded exclusively by the Sámi people, who live with a deep connection and respect for nature. Their rhythm is determined by the seasons. It recalls something ancient and essential. Something we have partly lost, but which is still tangible here.

Slow down to no longer be a slave to time, but to be in the moment. What happens if we ease off the accelerator for a moment? If we don't try to "check off" as many boxes as possible, but instead truly let a few things sink in?

Finally, the peace and quiet to take photos again. To launch the drone and capture the landscape from a different perspective. We've also stopped writing weekly blogs. Not because we have nothing to say, but because we don't want to write from a place of obligation, but from a place of purpose. From inspiration. From a place of peace. That, too, is slowing down.

The little voice that says

And yes, we regularly feel the unease again. That little voice that says, "You could be much further along by now." But where else are we heading? To what destination are we actually rushing? And what if we're already in the right place?

“Just as the reindeer follow the seasons without haste, so the soul finds its way in the rhythm of silence.”

In a world driven by speed and efficiency, slowing down is almost an act of resistance. A choice for quality over quantity. For breathing over scrolling. For being over doing.

We're slowly getting used to the slow rhythm of our journey. Of days without a plan.

Ever closer to ourselves

Perhaps that is the greatest treasure of this way of life: that we learn to live with less, yet be more. That, by slowing down, we come ever closer to ourselves. To nature, where haste has no place.

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