As you may know I am quite a reluctant traveler nowadays – I go to one place and refuse to move until intuition tells me to. With a little energetic help from the people around me though, I DO like going on adventures and discovery trips.
Up the hilltop at the northern end of the beach is a majestic frangipani tree where the view of the ocean and vast sky encircling it all leaves you in awe. If you instead walk around the cliffs by the seaside there is a forest-jungle route that leads to an amazing banyan tree that seems to endlessly expand itself with new branches. It draws a lot of people there, but in the cool morning hours it is still peaceful to visit. Then you hear only the shlokas and mantras sung by the yogi staying there, and the many-coloured birds moving about the tree with squeaky sounds and little tunes, and the swift movement of a curious squirrel heading upwards.
During dog-time on the beach (the dogs rule the beaches during the night) I have felt the tickling of butterflies inside while oh-so-quietly sneaking out past the sleeping restaurant crew to stare in enchantment at the very early morning sky, displaying a horizon-fading Southern Cross (how I have been longing to see it!) and a grand Scorpio with bright Antares. A red Mars twinkling in the West and a silent Saturn watching it all..
I have been to a few concerts allowing me to travel in new soundscapes. One set off my longing for the Middle East big time and the next was an unusual fusion of guitar, African beats and singning, mantras and a floating violin above it all. Last night I immersed myself in the otherworldly sound of the hang drum.
As the days grow warmer and more humid, it is gorgeous to feel the body embraced by the cooling ocean. To feel her movements and let them remain inside for the rest of the day. To let her perpetual sound rock my senses to sleep at night.
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