I remember as a child getting very excited about the occasional long walks we took to our favorite monastery pocketed in the heart of the Lebanese mountain overlooking the valley of the saints. We walked for hours and felt the importance of our pilgrimage with every dusty step. It says so much about pilgrimages and the necessity of removing oneself from a current situation to meet new requirements for personal development. Walking up the mountain dictated a baggage free walk and a sense of lightness and freedom that only comes from surrender to a higher cause.
I look back with so much endearment to those days, the time of innocence and magic.
Day 47 of 365~
Image taken of a young monk Myanmar during my trip there last year.
a walk in the park
Every desert houses an oasis, and for New York City, central park is just that vital. One of the largest and most visited urban parks in the world, the park has bucket loads of charm to offer. Even when you don’t have time to visit during the rush of life, knowing that it is there, a slice of uninterrupted natural life in the middle of all the concrete, is a release of stress. Funny how despite all the gadgets we create, the technological advancements we champion, all it takes is little walk in the park to confirm our sense of being.
once again, it's pouring rain
I love how the city looks in the rain. The streets reflect the lights on black asphalt, the cars and bikes are covered with drops and they glow, and at night everything is shiny. And then there are the umbrellas, whoever invented them had a great sense of elegance. They look so romantic popping around every corner, casting a sense of mystery about the identity of the person carrying them. Yes, the rain is always welcome into my world.
We are born, we live, we journey through life from event to event, we witness other travelers arriving, others leaving, we wonder where they came from, where are they going to, we search history books, we seek religion, we question science, we hope to hear any truth, any certainty from a wise sage, we pray to what we consider to be a higher force, we test our belief, we question reality, and we never really get THE answer we are looking for. All we get are more questions and a realization that our journey is only but a part of a much bigger one packed full of mystery and the answers lie within us to discover, maybe not here and not now, but somewhere sometime…
photo taken: man walking in an alley of the old water city Zhouzhuang, China
a walk in the sand
Being near the ocean can often cause a process of self reflection. It can slow one down into a state of calm allowing thoughts to float to the surface that were otherwise buried deep within. And good decision can be born of inspiration, an inspiration born out of rhythm, of repeating steps on the sand and the steady movement of waves beating on the shore…
photo: Walking on a sandy beach, Estepona, Spain
the world is giant playground
The fields are so much richer in impressions than television, the forests are so much prettier than video games, the bugs are so much more interesting than electronic toys, the smells of nature are so much more intense and more pleasant than plastic smells of toys made in factories, the air is so much more invigorating than that of stagnant indoor playgrounds and rooms… and the amazing sense of discovery, the joy of learning about something new on their own, the impressions the self made adventure leaves on a child’s mind, that’s priceless. Yes to playing outdoors!!
photo taken: during a two hour excursion with Lea and her cousins in the German countryside