We have arrived at an interesting midpoint. Up to now, we have been racing around in cities, assaulted by the sights, the sounds, the smells. It has been chaotic and fast and fractured….the kind of experience in which you soar through, around, over; you let the sensations plaster you; you absorb them with more consciousness later, in solitude, or in thoughtful conversation.
We left Jaipur, and now we are in Nimaj, a place that is quiet, rural. We are staying at a tented camp on the banks of a reservoir. There is just as much to see and hear and smell, but we have to slow down to take it in. We have time for stars, and for sunrises. We have time to watch the smokey mist drift over the water.
I like to have a life of both kinds of experiences. In nature, I’m called upon to absorb in the quiet, pensive moment. In a city, I am bombarded by sensation--and it often does feel like a physical assault, to the point that I have to shut down a bit to defend myself against so much stimulation coming it, whether it is beautiful or ugly. I flash on moments of beauty, or horror. I often store those city memories, knowing that later I will unpack them, and ponder them.