Friday, March 30, 2012

Blue Mountains Constantly Walking

Loop of Lazy Lightning must admit you’re kind of frightening, but you really get me high” Lazy Lightning

On a Thursday night an epic saga played out in the sky featuring a plethora of Thunder Dragons making love with wild abandon, lightning and thunder crashed through endless mountains. The guttural growl of nature rolled around as if set inside a vast drum. Violet forks of light crackled up from the valley floor towards my ascetic hut. It was as if I was witnessing the end or beginning of the place known as “the world” I lay in bed deep into the wee hours reading Gary Snyder’s “The Practice of the Wild” with eyes wide with wonder. Sometime in the midst of my reading and the waves of rain (evaporated river water) the phone rang. It was UK Dave from Southern Bhutan. We had a nice chat before the phone cut out. He gave me an account of his own tribulations and a second hand account of fellow teacher’s trials. Paraphrasing his own words, “It seems everyone is going through a rough patch now.” Of course I hate to think of my colleagues struggling but at the same time it provides solace. This is not an easy trip for even the hardiest soul.  

But it has its rewards now and again. Friday morning was the clearest day ever seen in my Bhutan. I could see farther down the chain of mountains clear into India. The rolling landscape folding in on itself again and again into a narrow corridor, until it was blocked by a wall of snow crowned peaks. The view was like putting on eye glasses after a lifetime of low vision. The contours of the slopes in sharp contrasts, as if I would bump into them with each step. The river far below seemed close enough to sip. The tawny massifs now seemed purple and washed as I could see the giant bushy tree of Kinney miles away down the thin line of a dirt road. And the sky a rare sapphire color instead of its usual faded grey appearance. The world seemed brand new, an acid-scape of vibrating molecules. This place which holds the secret of the universe, open as a woman her bedroom eyes beckoning. I knew in my heart just like that woman that this would be a fleeting view, slowly fading in the haze. I cherished the morning listening to the earth exhale and the river quietly singing its song on the valley floor. A man combined in the oneness of the universe, its blue mountains constantly walking.   

Forever Grateful, TKG

1 comment:

  1. Good morning how are you?
    My name is Emilio, I am a Spanish boy and I live in a town near to Madrid. I am a very interested person in knowing things so different as the culture, the way of life of the inhabitants of our planet, the fauna, the flora, and the landscapes of all the countries of the world etc. in summary, I am a person that enjoys traveling, learning and respecting people's diversity from all over the world.
    I would love to travel and meet in person all the aspects above mentioned, but unfortunately as this is very expensive and my purchasing power is quite small, so I devised a way to travel with the imagination in every corner of our planet. A few years ago I started a collection of used stamps because trough them, you can see pictures about fauna, flora, monuments, landscapes etc. from all the countries. As every day is more and more difficult to get stamps, some years ago I started a new collection in order to get traditional letters addressed to me in which my goal was to get at least 1 letter from each country in the world. This modest goal is feasible to reach in the most part of countries, but unfortunately it’s impossible to achieve in other various territories for several reasons, either because they are countries at war, either because they are countries with extreme poverty or because for whatever reason the postal system is not functioning properly.
    For all this I would ask you one small favour:
    Would you be so kind as to send me a letter by traditional mail from Bhutan? I understand perfectly that you think that your blog is not the appropriate place to ask this, and even, is very probably that you ignore my letter, but I would call your attention to the difficulty involved in getting a letter from that country, and also I don’t know anyone neither where to write in Bhutan in order to increase my collection. a letter for me is like a little souvenir, like if I have had visited that territory with my imagination and at same time, the arrival of the letters from a country is a sign of peace and normality and an original way to promote a country in the world. My postal address is the following one:
    Emilio Fernandez Esteban
    Calle Valencia, 39
    28903 Getafe (Madrid)
    If you wish, you can visit my blog where you can see the pictures of all the letters that I have received from whole World.
    Finally I would like to thank the attention given to this letter, and whether you can help me or not, I send my best wishes for peace, health and happiness for you, your family and all your dear beings.

    Yours Sincerely

    Emilio Fernandez