Happiness is..standing quietly in the woods. There is joy in the woods right now, the leaves are whispers of song. In the woods we return to reason and faith.
I am on the coffee plantation trail in Coorg, a picture perfect weekend getaway to lose myself in the idyllic lush woods, absorb the vibrant spirit of this evergreen land and wallow in the lap of nature.– –– Early morning blooms in a heritage bungalow at Pollibetta coffee estate.
“The mountain remains unmoved at seeming defeat by the mist.”Early morning drive through the plateaus of Western Ghats or the Sahyadri. Like lost veiled memories echoing in the mist. And then slowly, reluctantly they reveal their faulted, eroded, edgy selves. Enchanting!
Note to self: ‘Nothing prevents you from seeing the forest behind the tree’.
“In the evening we go see Kapila, sir.” – our hotel guide. “Who’s Kapila?” – the General. “The river, sir.” “But isn’t she Kabini?” “Same river, guys” – me on Google. Kapila or Kabini, the river is calling and I must go..
Behold the flying elephant, one day it flies and one day it doesn’t.. today it doesn’t. 🙂
Leaving this house now. My home for years only a few. Gave me some good moments. And a window with a view. Related post: WPC – Landscape
The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity. Related posts: Art at AOL-Finesse WPC: State of Mind
‘The mind is a monkey, hopping around from thought to thought, image to image, rarely does it remain single-pointed, empty.’
In silence, surrender. In stillness, be. In repose, unravel. In quietude, unknow.