the joy of being
in the imprisonment…
the joy of being
in the imprisonment…
The more we learn, the less we know. As we open doors to unknown territory with our questions, (as we quest more ions), we realize how much more there is to know. A beautiful day on the beach is a starry night at a different time of the day and what seems to be truth is just another facet of the great unknown.
The magic lies in the journey and not the destination, as we, in our impatience and need for instant gratification seem to forget.
Day 60 of 365~
Image taken in magical New Zealand with my daughter
Throughout my travels I have seen places where people felt content with who they are, blissfully living between earth and sky without want for anything more. That would seem to be the ultimate goal and the secret to happiness, being able to feel truly satisfied. These people seemed to be always doing something, busy, working, creating, in harmony with life somehow as they toil in it. Our modern world keeps dangling carrots in front of us to make us want more, with hardly any time to appreciate what we already have.
Day 56 of 365~
Image taken on Inle Lake in Myanmar
Most of what causes in us awe and admiration is mostly based in the simple things: air, water, clouds, light, fire, nature, and how humans interact with these simple things. Aren’t clouds magical? And reflections on water?
Colorful stilt houses on a reflective lake under white puffy clouds, a background of hills touching the sky and simple happy people navigating the waters. This creates magic and I can look at this scene again and again and be lost in its charm.
This image is but a poor attempt at capturing an awe inspiring scene and atmosphere.
Day 19 of 365
Wishing you all a hopeful, bright and enriching new year to come~ Thank you for your support and valued kind words in this past eventful year. Looking forward and upward. x
Being in New Zealand feels as close as I can imagine a healthy planet to be. I visited and was enchanted with this beach at Karekare about 20 years ago and coming back to it now, it still is as clean, as unpolluted and as undeveloped as it was back then. What a stark contrast to the pollution we live through in a city like Shanghai, and how refreshing it is to find ourselves under big blue skies.
Merry Christmas to you all from warm and fresh New Zealand. Kiaora!
Ask anyone who rides the subway for more than one hour a day and they will be sure to have some strange stories to tell you. I have a few. I realize that with this month’s postings a lot of memories and stories keep floating by, and that is because I left them there. On the subway at the age of 20 I met the first and hopefully last flasher. It was evening and I was engrossed in my Herman Hesse book ( Narcissus and Goldmund) not realizing that I was alone in the subway car after everyone filtered out, when I felt a shadow looming in front of me. I Looked up and there was the classic open raincoat with an extraordinarily large man standing in front of me exhibiting his pride. Funny how react in expected situations, and me being totally caught off-guard, I cried. Then I ran to pull the emergency brakes which caused the train to stop, the doors to open, the giant man to run away and I was directed to another car with people in it. I was then hugged by a big bosomed African American lady who giggled and said: “relax darlin’, that was entertainment for free!”
And there were the other stories, but one is enough…
When you live in a big city with very tall buildings and millions of people, you find yourself focused on the immediate area around you, navigating the ocean of people, avoiding the cars and bike zipping by and keeping close watch on any impending danger that you forget to look up. I remember that we could always tell if someone was a tourist in New York because they looked up!
In the big city you metamorphose to a city dweller as a first rule for survival. You wear your hard armor, your “I don’t give a damn” face and your “I own this place” walk to avoid the city from churning you and spitting you out. I always loved watching people sleep in the subway because I got to see their soft side, their human side.
When I think of New York, I picture many little streams that have their sources all over the planet and I see them flowing and coming together to make one river that is Manhattan. Branches appear to flow too in a very organic way starting with the small roots that come and join at the trunk only to branch out again like tributaries of a river. So many different roots come together to make the massive tree that New York is today and this variety is what makes it ever so special.