A hurried move to cover her bare neck was a gesture that was unexpected. It was an amusing reaction as I was neither looking at her neck; nor was it the case that I could see anything on her from the distance and the height that was I at. I was merely observing her emptying a bag of waste into a slope that eventually merged with the stream far down below. In an environment as pristine as that it seemed a terrible thing to do. But it also raised the question, where could they dispose the waste our modern plastic-filled lives produce and who was I, an occasional visitor in that little Himalayan village, to judge them?
The mountains are a both a calling and a healing in competing measures. Once you heed their calling, and should it resonate well within you, a music then starts that your life never stops dancing to; yet, it is a music that nobody can hear, nor can you explain it to another. Faced with another who can hear the same inaudible music, you just nod in agreement, struggle in vain with words to express what you hear, give up and let your feet and heart tap and beat to the mad melody punctuated by the actual sounds of passing thunder and the chirping of the numerous birds.
Here, old wounds gently open up. If you allow yourself to, you start to feel again in the generosity of an embrace that stretches far beyond what the eye can see or comprehend. Life is ancient here. The trees carry scars far deeper and older than what you or I may hold dear in our short lives. Yet, they stand and they unquestioningly keep giving. You will love, lose, turn old, break a bone, die of some deadly disease, but they are always there. It is the ultimate truth and the eternal return, should you choose to seek that within you.
The healing has no words and it is a futile endeavor to attempt an explanation. How do you describe a moisture-laden mist that slips through your fingers? If you do not resist it, it will seep into every bone and particle within you, rake up both the hurtful and the happy within you. In their shadow, you learn to accept the generosity of the rain that strengthens the roots and also accept its destructiveness that uproots everything in sight. And yet, the mountains they stand, in spite of what happens to them.
Wonderlustful ! 🙂 Captivating writing. Conjures up fond memories of past. Invokes the traveler in me.
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Thanks Smita. Well as Lao Tzu said, The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. 🙂
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Absolutely!
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I love mountains too..and it irks me too whenever I see people dispose of wastes carelessly anywhere and everywhere! When I visit the mountains, I kind of become spiritually one with it..the intoxicating smell of the moist mountain soil and trees, the breathtaking panoramic view, and the shallow fog/clouds roaming about in the streets…everything feels so serene..but there’s another thing that vexes me a lot these days…the unprecedented pollution up there! The condition is worsening with each passing day..at times, it seems to be even more polluted than the major plain cities..mountain air is not pure and charming anymore.. 😦
BTW, nice post! 😊
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Well said Sayantoni. I don’t want us to be the species that ruins it for the rest. What we do not consume we poison. Sometimes we do both. Perhaps that is how we shall end, by consuming the poisons we have created.
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You definitely have a unique way with words.. 🙂 🙂
And I totally agree!
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Beautiful imagery. Just beautiful!
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Thanks Susan. Your support always have been unparalleled. 🙂
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I read this while listening to Ludovico Eunaudi. It resonated within me. 💙
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I’m a huge fan of his work. The Music of “run” “life” takes me everywhere and makes me want to let go and surrender to the universe. ^^
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Yes. I love ‘Run’. I’m guessing you have heard ‘Burning’. Its my favourite.
It gives me peace and makes me imagine that I’m travelling the world all alone. His music makes the world go quiet.💙
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Hello. What beautiful descriptors you use to convey a part of nature so beautifully. I have to admit though that even though I was enjoying reading your piece, I also very much enjoyed the Deadpool eyes in the background, haha.
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Thanks Nel, those eyes are the cynosure of my blog 😀
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Wonderful 🙂
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I love the whole background of how the woman is polluting, and the trees and nature itself, forgives. Every time!
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Thanks Aastha. 🙂
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I like the way the words are used to express your thoughts, its a bit of touching of the heart when reading.
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Thanks Nyuk. Wonder I could have read your blog too (since it requires a translation) and said the same.
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thanks, but sometimes translation might come with funny things, Beware ya. Hahahaha.
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I wouldn’t mind having a hard laugh lol :P..
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Amazing post! Thanks for sharing.
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Such a didactic lesson you gave in thr guise of the mountains.
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Thanks Sayani.
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Always a delight to read your writings.
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