We could have never loved the Earth so well if we had had no childhood in it. ~ George Eliot, The Mill on the Floss, 1860
Among the pictures taken while in Ooty this time around. This one was snapped during a night trek. Can't tell you in words how wonderful it felt to relive the experience of life in the mountains - absolutely soulful.
There is no promise more stronger than the hope of going home! One cannot, in so many words, convey that feeling or pick out a particular attribute that brings within the self that sense of elation at being home-bound, and for me, beginning now, that feeling is only compounded many multiples as I imagine the mighty blue mountains, everlasting lush green and a sense of unmatched calm!
Terribly short though, this vacation is a long awaited break and a much needed refresher, one that I hope will help shift focus and most importantly reinvigorate a passion for all those finer things in life that I have been so painfully missing out on!
This was sent to me by a colleague and I thought it apt to make a post of it! Please watch, with your speakers on, in its entirety - This is only a minute and forty five seconds in length and definitely not one to be missed.
You have for so long been a very inherent and important part of my life, so much so that we view each other as part of the same self and an equally similar faculty of the mind and the body in harmonious co-existence.
For sometime now, however, there has been a sense of disconnect and dissociation, owing largely to how my life has been deeply involved with the routine of work. Such a neglect surely is unpardonable, for work, I have always believed, is only a portion of life and not life itself.
That I haven't been able to keep you abreast with my thoughts and that I haven't been able to visit and pay obeisance to the collective creative excellence of your wonderful counterparts has cast long and dark shadows of melancholy and despondence within me, to the extent of what is now a wound such as a deep abyss!
I will strive hard to center my life on life itself with the realization that all else is merely an add on to life, and that my mind, with its constant endeavour to seek the purpose of life, as a part of that very effort, will sincerely attempt to attach itself more deeply and passionately with the way that you help chart forward.
I cannot say how much comfort you provide me, for there could be nothing so blissful as talking to you.