My travel dreams are
over for a while.
The world can be a
difficult place.
It is an expensive
place.
I am so very happy,
that I went out with my family, to collide with destiny. We meet with myriad happenings,
serving to rejuvenate and enhance, the wisdom of this family. We are older now,
a wiser, stronger collection of individuals, taking solace and having more
insight and compassion towards each other… enjoying the deeper bonds.
Experiences of
connection, dharma and nature gracefully interwove to make the last month a dream, of
love and awakening… the memories linger on, sparking moments of bliss in my day,
even now, some 2 weeks home… I feel
so grateful so very grateful!
Our spirits faired
well, our bodies got it, a little rough. The children, especially my Dakini, who
amongst all the fun playing, swimming and exploring, has come home literally
wounded, with a bad case of Impetigo- her weepy, blistery, body sadness, is
slowly healing.
3 weeks before this, she spent some time in hospital, with high
fever, resulting from the poison bite, of hundreds of grass ticks.
The rest of us
have had a little bit of this and that also.
One of the hardest
aspects of travelling for me, was the difficulty, in keeping to our environmental
and money saving practices, such as cloth nappies, recycling, organic/ home
grown food and slow cooked healthy meals.
I was saddened at the
amount of packaging, we would accumulate, in one day, on the road, - more than we
would need to throw out in a week, at home.
Our taste buds
suffered, our energy began to lag, my digestion and skin felt worse than it had in years, too
many ice cream requests,
on the road snacks,
not enough good
meals.
I would wince when no environmental nappies, could be found in supermarkets and cringe at the food bill total, that seemed, to
continuously empty out wallets - I spent in less than a week, what we would
spend in a month.
This year, like Last
year, when we did a similar trip, I found that so many of my friends were
struggling, often fridges and cupboards were close to empty, rent is so high,
so so high, cars sit in need of repair, coffee meet ups are softly refused for
lack of cash, bills are payed on credit, people can’t stretch much further.
Reality is becoming
harsh- well for some, actually for many on this planet, it already is intolerable.
Somewhere along the
path of my life, I must of gotten old, or maybe its that I have changed.
I feel a sinking, winded quite, by the price of petrol, the shopping centres, packaged milk, traffic,
pollution, streets of identical brick houses, stinky creeks, litter, advertisements, lost it youth, alcoholism, materialism and unhappiness- There is a lot of this out there, probably always has been.
It makes me want to be at
home, grow vegetables and apples, milk my cow and live quietly, listening to Leonard
Cohen, knitting and calm abiding.
Human beings are special here on earth, considering our potential, it’s a shame that noble, simple or just unlucky people are sometimes squashed, by an overinflated economic expectation- some of my friends, are obviously not
here, to just make money! money! money! they struggle, a bit like how we
struggle.
Saying this, I am trying... more, like challenging myself, to stop judging the world, to look at it, as though I am a million year old God, who sees centuries like seasons, whom takes in evolution, all in a blink of an eye.
So travelling… well I don’t
know, travelling in India is a bunch of completely different obstacles and
comes, as does tripping in my home country, with a lot of beauty and magic-
it’s
just that my being is saying no, don’t go on, go home, so that is what I have done…
Gone home to dream of travel in another moon or so.
