Following a whim of Nature, the night sky had dived into the sea and, somehow, had decided to dwell there. Millions of stars sparkled in the water – a fluorescent illusionary sky floating deceptively in the depths of the Arabian Sea, just below the Tropic of Cancer. The waves lapped the wet sand, bestowing upon it the wafting imitations of the stars the way a mother leaves her baby in the cradle to sleep. The bioluminescent plankton shined, creating time-lapse designs as they rest on the shore, similar to how our Earth looks from space, when the lights turn on and off in ebbs and flows of nights and days. And then, everything would disappear till the next wave. And the next one. We sat and watched the sky being mirrored on earth in perpetual repetition.
Stepping on the Uhuru peak of Mt Kilimanjaro was a moment of magic, a true initiation into freedom. I was surrounded by the solid massiveness of the ancient glaciers, embraced by an endless sky the shade of pure high blue. The layer of the clouds spread out a few thousand meters below, offering the protective feeling I had cherished throughout the hike. I was standing at an altitude airplanes fly at for short distant flights. The wind was moaning through the peak’s badly battered sign that stood covered with half torn traveling stickers. We looked similarly battered standing next to it for the photos. And the light… oh, the light… Once I became aware of it, I just closed my eyes in ecstasy, because such absolute, transparent, clear light was entirely unworldly and I was bathed in it, in its existential vastness, feeling small yet surprisingly invincible. Suddenly, the universe’s breath pulsated through me. [Read more…]