Call Of The Wild Soul October 11, 2012Posted by Orly in Uncategorized.
I came back a few days ago from Europe, still there made up my mind to post more than just my casual journal pages on my blog. There is so much more that is encompassed in my experiential journey that I’d love/need to share with others. Today, a few days later I still feel the rich taste of my travels, the retreat, the organizers, my fellow teachers, students, old friends, new friends, family members whom I haven’t seen for a while. All demonstrate a grand capacity to explore deep rooted vulnerabilities, to lose their self created constraints, and trust that in return they gain a deep sense of clarity, renewal, and belonging, a deeper understanding of their innate capacity to create. I’m awe struck by the soulful connections made or advanced. Contentment, warmth, lingering, insisting on staying with me a little bit longer. I don’t mind (-: I have a soft spot in my heart for Europe, a yearning, especially to the northern western part of it, the landscapes, the green, the rain, the architecture, the trains, the stations, the languages and dialects, the people, the melting of it all. There is really no way I can chronologically tell about the events and happenings that took place in me in these full and lively 12 days, and there is also no need for that. Only fragments, in image and word. A twelve-day journey, four in Somerset, England, teaching in a most wondrous retreat Call Of The Wild Soul, four in The Netherlands where I lived for almost a decade while in my twenties, and four traveling days sandwiched inbetween. Looking back, it seems odd to me that although I am most energized and overjoyed by new and old human connections that I tend to take photographs of landscapes, things, and details in them. Perhaps the web of human relationships, we build in our heart, they don’t need to be documented with external devices per se, at least for me. I guess all in all, all intermingles in such magical and mysterious ways and most importantly fill up all my senses to the brim. My experiences always bring me back to my favorite quote by Ruth Perla: “A journey through the senses may well be the swiftest way to the soul.” It’s a sure thing by me. The groupings of the photographs here are quite random. They reveal bits and pieces of my mini trips, yet conceal so much more. These are the images I’ve photographed and compiled to share with you, other images remained in Europe, and in other places. (Thank you Oxana for creating the first three photo groupings and your willingness to share them on my blog.)