“There’s not time to be bored in a world as beautiful as this”
The more that I take the time to venture forth onto the Open Road, the more in awe I am of everything that surrounds me. An explosion of colors, sights, sounds. Everything good on this precious earth. This is my ode to her:
Driving along the tucked away roads of the Garden Route, taking it all in. When you are in the thick of it. Enshrouded in various shades of green. Embraced wholly by Gaia, the ever-loving earth mother. When you are nestled in her comforting arms. How is one supposed to describe that feeling? Unexplainable. Indescribable. An ancient and primal ache deep in the core. In the heart. In the eyes. Looking out in awe at this vast and unbelievably wonderful world. Being amongst the forests, the woods, the deserts, the beaches, the mountains. Going out into those immensely powerful places, hiding away from the smoke and the cement of human civilization, something happens to you. Everything significant and meaningful and fantastically familiar within you comes alive. You are feeling, truly feeling. You are coming home.
“The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark”
After four years of a subtle but intense bout of writers block, it took a global pandemic to kick me in the proverbial backside and put fingers upon keyboard, and heart back into words
As of late, taking to the open road has started to become second nature to me. It is in those times of solitude amongst scenes of exquisite and surreal beauty that I have started to find a sense of connection that has always been lacking amongst the hedonistic hustle and bustle of the city, amongst instant gratification and empty promises. Towards the sea, towards the mountains, towards the trees, towards new places, new people, new experiences. Towards all the lakes, rivers, puddles I can get my tail in. Towards myself. I venture forward and relate back.
Here is a young mermaid’s Love Affair with the Open Road
‘The seer, the sight and the seen have no existence from each other. It is like a great musician becoming one with his instrument and the music that comes from it.”
Moments flow, grow, fluctuate. One moment I am in total bliss, and the next in indescribable discomfort. Indescribable because it is significant. Emotionally. Spiritually. This notion and action of doing nothing.
Where on earth does the mind not go? Go to not? Go to not! Go to nothing…
Progress happens outside of one’s comfort zone. The night previous was spent with a fellow Human, preparing food for sustenance. Smoking and discussing to prepare for what was to come. The superb power of successful and selfless touch. The touch skin and also of the eyes. How does one express their love if not through unconditional touch. One discards their vulnerability to address another’s. Gaze. Gaze unto, into. It would be a shame if he understood not.
‘I don’t know how to tell you What I know All I can offer is my fingertips”
“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”
I am Human. I am a human being on a path. Healing path. A path with streams and puddles, ponds, and lakes. Bodies of water that are going to wash away the dirt on my tired, tired, tired heart. The heart is a metaphor for the centre of deepest emotion. The place where love culminates, and pain pumps hard. Weary heart pumps and pumps. Pain filling up the throbbing veins. Making them heavy, weighing down muscles, pressing painful against bones. Many tears have been shed, as many perhaps as that proverbial liquid. Love is rushing and pumping too.
My heart is exploding . My pain teaches me much. Abandonment teaches us that before seeking love from others, we must do so from ourselves. Friends passed on remind us to cherish the living. Family is a gift, and unconditional love is a rare and priceless blessing. Boiling hot pain in the veins can be transformed into the purest love by power of highest alchemy. Full of pain, full of love. Human.