The Keepers of Himal

Many would call it an ideal spot to hang out and contemplate life. But to sit in the woods, in the desert or on a mountaintop just to ponder life’s mystique, la raison d’exister, or whatever ’seeking’ metaphor is in vogue, is to miss what natural solitude is about. Here, Nature does the thinking for you. There is nothing to ponder, no question to ask, no wonder that needs understood.

Granted, wilderness can inspire one to write, read, paint, play music or make love. I simply immerse myself into what might appear to be emptiness, a void. Yet, it could not be more complete, for this is where I listen to what Nature has to say.

Listening to her voice, feeling the pulse of Earth spinning through the heavens, and moving to the rhythm of her universal song, I had no time to write or read, no urge to paint or play, no desire to make love.

Though Nature’s voice was faint, I could not imagine being more content than when trying to decipher her message. Patience may have its virtue, but I now see that everything comes not to those who wait, but to those who are content. This same contentment is what brought it all on, for listening is what I was doing when this odyssey began.

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