21 12 2006


        There is a place of Earth, where mind and spirit dance on soul’s edge, seeking balance ‘tween Mountain Song and Whispers of the Sea; and I would have you know of this …

They have all passed here, lingering for a while: Greeks, Persians, Alani, Celts, Varengian, Rus, Roman, Marmaluke, Rom, and more – and yet it has no name, as man’s vision has been limited by adversity and recorded by political and religious greed; and I would have you know of this …


There is ceaseless musing and banter of the source of man’s enslavement of the earth: ‘where the cradle of civilization’, ‘where the source of indo-European language’, ‘where the source of common religious thought’?  Yet there is no doubt as to where these clashes and marriages of Western culture occurred.  It is a smallish land by empire standards, yet there is no great empire that did not stomp its grass, curse its jagged peaks and fill its seas with blood.  I shall call it the “bower” – the “Bower of Kham”; for ‘bower’ comes from the Indo-European root for ‘life-be’, and ‘Kham’ derived from the Turkic name for the Pannonian Plain – ‘Kahmici’ meaning ‘this is the place’.  The fact that ‘Kahm’ is also the ancient Egyptian name for Chemmis is purely coincidental, as is knowledge that ‘Bow’ is an ancient name for God – if you believe in coincidence.


Set aside political lines of definition and look to the earth.  The continents of Europe and Asia are defined by ranges of mountains where a tear dropped but paces apart may flow to the Seas Black, Mediterranean or Baltic.  Ignore the appended islands now peninsulas and you find a stretch of land complete as an ‘ecoterrain’, complete as a base for human survival and ideal for a blending of cultures.  It is bordered on the West by the Julian and Central Alps, to the North by the Danube River and the Carpathian Range, and to the East by the Black Sea and the Pontic Steppes.  This arch shaped area contains the Pannonian Plains, the Carpathian Basin and the Bowels of Khazan.  It is the home of Zinfandel Grapes, five unique hominid species, and seventy unique species of flowers – in fact in pre-twentieth century research known to contain only flowers found no where else on earth.  Consider —

“The whole of the immense plains were enamelled with the greatest variety of flowers imaginable… the earth seemed covered with the richest and most beautiful blossoms, fragrant, aromatic and in many instances, entirely new to the eye of the British traveller. Even during the heat of the day, refreshing breezes wafted a thousand odours and all the air was perfumed. The skylark was in full song and various insects with painted wings either filled the air or were seen crouching in the blossoms. Advancing nearer to the Don, turtle doves as tame as domestic pigeons flew about our carriage.” — Edward Clark (1800)” 

So, ‘bower’ seems appropriate, and shared myths give credence to the ‘soul’ of this land, as the place ‘most beautiful’, and a ‘gift of God’ – a place of haven protected from the ‘seven beasts’.  Here also is the ‘Karst’ and ‘The Sea of Stones’  — and my home. Trigor 




One response

26 12 2006
Heather Blakey

The Bower of Bliss may well have been here Ken. What an enchanting landscape. It brings back a flood of memories of the dominating landscape of Norway.

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