Within the past week we have been learning a lot about the magical tales of Buddhism and how they relate to nature and the energy that surrounds us. While I am still struggling with the concept of meditation and the use of mantras allowing for bursts of rainbow light to be emitted from our minds, there are some ideas that while slightly trippy, I am beginning to understand. Michael said a while back, as we visited the giant Buddha statue in Thimphu, that just as fish are unable to recognize that they are in water, humans are unable to recognize the energy that we live in. This suggests a very real possibility that there is indeed something that we exist in day to day, but with the many millions of distractions that create the average life, we are no longer able to harness the awareness that is required to acknowledge it.
This has truly stuck with me. Now we are on trek and spending all day every day in the thick of nature. While the first day had its mishaps and we ended up hiking for 12 hours instead of 6, I found times between the snow trudging and mud sliding to sit with my thoughts and really pay attention to the wind. I believe the wind to be the most tangible version of this mysterious element we live in and with the added knowledge from all of the beautiful stories we’ve been told, I now also imagine the wind to be a sort of conduit for the various spirits that travel through this world. Sometimes they offer us a refreshing breeze through the uncomfortable, beating sun and other times challenges us with the harsh blows of its relentless whip.
As we continue on, I will not forget to listen to the wind as I try to wrap my head around the many existential teachings we have to process and relate to our personal pilgrimages through the lovely Bhutan.
(The drawing is of a dragon that I’ve seen grace almost every arch on every ornate building in this country – of which there are many)
P.S. Hi mum, dad and Ammani <3