I forgot one of the more interesting things about Sundays in Switzerland. it is that the country seems to take the day off, shops are closed, and no one really makes any noise. I know there has to be a rule about noise levels, particularly on Sunday, but it is really a throwback to when I was a kid in the states and a very similar path for Sundays happened. there is something good in a day of rest – this advice coming from a guy that can and will work 24/7 on ideas because I am fortunate to have found what makes my heart sing
last night I went to the Catholic church, it is odd to have services whenever and the deacon welcomed me and a Capuchin monk remembered me. it was nice and a bit odd, as not much changes in this little medieval town. there is a saying, “the Swiss farmer doesn’t eat what he doesn't’ know.” I swear it applies to anything different that appears in the vision of the people as well.
I am sitting out on the garden patio as the Swiss model for insulation makes me think the houses are stuffy and the air thick and heavy. it is fall and the harvest season is upon. the morning walk had me stop at a grotto to Lourdes where I sat and meditated and was amazed at the beauty of all the flowers and offerings that were put in the place. it made me sad I forgot my camera.
today will be a special Swiss traditional lunch for a neighbor. I don’t know how to say it, but It is interesting, like liquid gnocchi that drops into the water – a dumpling type thing. tasty and very swiss. I put some hot pepper sauce out for raclette the other day and was given odd looks about it being “too hot” and not super traditional. shit, I put bacon, mushrooms, and all sorts of non-traditional elements on it. call it the one thing Americans are decent at. “you take a bit of this, and a bit of that, and you take all the cultures and make something new and delicious out of the best of each.”
this is what I think is the best of the united states. when I scan the news – I have to confess – it really is so nice to get away from what the people of the united states are bombarded with. it isn’t media, more like, “how can you whip up the emotions of people and get them to amplify the fear and acting the fool to others.”
real church bells peal through the valley. it is just a common sound here. much like the amazing sound of the cowbells that peal when you walk through the meadows.
perhaps it is hearing this or knowing it exists that make all the work with spatial audio and massive PA articulated arrays seem so odd and fake anymore.
the sound of nature – devoid of man’s noise – is simply beautiful. the silence is elegant and pleasing.