I’ve often found that when travelling, be it by car, train, bus or plane, I find myself having intense and very omnipotent desires to disembark and just ‘be’; totally and wholly in that place I’m travelling through. It can be next to a fallen Willow by a river, a sparse paddock with all but one tree looming in the distance, a densely overgrown valley which has not seen the kiss of rain in months.
They induce a state of nostalgia for a memory of an experience that has never occurred. No matter how unfamiliar, the desire is always all-consuming.
Just now I was reflecting on these experiences and focussing attention on something I’ve never paid much attention to in my lifetime.
The theory that I came to is that all these places, being of extreme beauty, are a profound reflection of the places in your mind which usually are paid no heed but are the most enlightening. Solitary, harmonious, unchartered, mysterious, overgrown yet filled with astounding beauty.
These intense desires are just a self-projection of your mind looking back at itself in a simple yet very paradoxical manner. Itβs a primordial desire to deepen a connection to this spectacular world we are living in.
This, to me, appears as a true testament that we are always one with the world, we can see parts of ourselves in every tree, every mountain, every landscape, every thing we look at.
This is solidarity…