Soothing salves, like good advice, only aid us if we keep applying it
By the time I arrived in Delhi on arrival I felt pretty chilled. Was it 7 hours at Dubai? Was it the fact I was taking the time to journey, taking it slow and steady, no rush or panic. Either way I felt grounded, not spaced out. I’d taken my own good advice. And more importantly, id applied it.
And it’s left me with a feeling of being cheated all these years. Filled with fears of travelling, of being unsafe, to be on my guard for potential threats.
Know that I wouldnt base jump without a parachute, but where do these concepts come from, these limitations that cease our sense of adventure.
I’ve never felt scared on this trip, choosing rather to see the human being in any ‘others’ I have encountered. Even the guy who clearly had had a bad day either financially, needed a hug or more likely looking at his eyes was on opium, as he wheeled towards me shouting that I should not do business with another vendor. He was the only guy in a month who scared me and not for my life or for my possessions, more energetically, he could have unsettled my sense of well being.
Even being bitten, yes I totally forgot the repellent although I had consciously chosen not to bring the toxic, over priced bug spray, I tended to any bites with ease with my Weleda kit. I did also have Peppermint, Tea tree and Lavender and made my own repellent. However, at critical times I didn’t apply good advice. Like the time I picked up 6 bites in one hit going to the toilet in a restaurant, I should’ve known better and approached with cautious, spraying my way in and out. Lessons learnt and every scar I will be left with is a reminder to follow my instincts, tune into my own sense of wellbeing and not compromise or be swayed by group think.
One particular afternoon I felt I needed a few hours in a cooler environment, the heat was getting to me. Instead we ended up spending more time away from our base. That was the day those peskie flies did their best. A night in an air conditioned room, soothing salve and a good sleep and I was back to having more adventures
If anyone tries to put you off exploring such a beautiful rich and engaging country as India, just ignore them and instead, spend time getting to how what you need and who best you d travel with.
As I sit here in departure lounge. Or is it the arrivals. Maybe there is a revolving sign. Everything is very new, clean and everyone smiling with crisp well ironed uniforms.
There is a mix of nationalities with a common language. Excitement. Making history. The first flight out of Jaisalmer.
Although I made the paper I didn’t make the first through check in. They got a photo and a round of applauds. And they were non Indian. Like peacocks with all their feathers fluttering, smiles and lots of happiness.
There is such a relaxed and calm atmosphere here. Children’s voices echo in the dome of the hall, alongside the breeze of the ever present fan. Freshly painted pots with plants start to adorn the space towards the departure gate. Or is that the arrivals gate.
And now the usual anxiety builds as people jostle to get through. A queue is forming and people approach with haste. We have 20 minutes before boarding. Where is the rush. Shanti shanti.
Jacques is on the flight now to Jaisalmer and it seems I won’t get to meet him. Maybe he'll see a random woman waving at him through the highly polished glass and wonder who I am. I hope in time I’ll get to meet him at the school. Next visit. As my article states. I visit once a year.
A private jet lands next to our plane and everyone strains to see who it is. Lots of handshaking and postering, minimal smiles from the man arriving although his wife smiles while chatting to the other lady on the flight. The second man stands to the rear of the party. I wonder who they are. Not Jacques and I can’t see him in the faces arriving from Delhi.
We board the flight and the peacock in all the postering didn’t have his boarding pass stamped and has to return to security. Twenty rows of double seats, 17A is my resting point for the next couple of hours.
We made our way to the runway after a slight delay for the luggage staff wrestling with a pushchair, which baffled them all and was put on board in the upright position. I watched the landscape around the airport and my heart rose with a longing, a desire to return as tears fell as an alchemical offering to the desert. Jaisalmer, I shall return.
Travelling to different countries, absorbing different ways of being, can challenge our inner landscapes. Questions loom large as we search for meaning and belonging
At the Darbari Waldorf School we saw two kinds of cultures dancing together, formimg a new way of being
I haven’t met Jacques yet and what I have heard of him is that he is a very kind man. He inspires the children to be kind too. Parents have told him that if the children misbehave he can punish them by hitting, which seems a standard approach.
Something I witnessed myself.
Sitting in the drawing class an older boy was trying to distract me and others in the class. In getting my attention he hit my forehead forcefully. I smiled and encouraged him to start drawing instead. This was the first time I had felt the tribal way of being first hand. I have seen it many times, hitting, pushing, physical forms of dominance, pervading as a cultural
way of living, tribal in its roots.
I choose kindness instead. Lead by example for us all to come together as a conscience community. For positive change.