May 31, 2012 § 6 Comments
On occasion, you need to return to remember love.
This past month has seen descendings to varied elevations, from that below the sea to a few metres over a thousand above. A fiery gulmohar, a shadow of elephants, a hornbill praying for rain, an exhausted pregnant goat, a common mormon and Indian crow searching for succulent summer nectar, river and sea food – all accompanied by tepid humidity and dust.
I was lost to worlds of novelty with new-fangled people, vegetation and wildlife only to climb back up the hills, drape a cloth around my own, and walk a familiar road lit solely by a soon-to-be-full moon.
January 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
Not now; not yet.
If only freedom were as easy a choice as it is made to seem. To wander as we please is not an effortless principle to abide by, even without various legal restrictions. We are taught to function and move with purpose; even those that take the road less travelled must choose a road. Aimless ramblings are unwise, unstable, unproductive.
As much as I desire and crave change – new landscapes, ideas, adventure and words – even now, not yet.
May 24, 2009 § Leave a comment
It is as if, in this world, travel and mere moving about require sufficient reason. Some extraordinary revolution seems appropriate.
John Lennon told Rolling Stone: “I had been thinking about it up in the hills in India. I still had this ‘God will save us’ feeling about it, that it’s going to be all right (even now I’m saying ‘Hold on, John, it’s going to be all right,’ otherwise, I won’t hold on) but that’s why I did it, I wanted to talk, I wanted to say my piece about revolution. I wanted to tell you, or whoever listens, to communicate, to say ‘What do you say? This is what I say.‘”