Travelling always puts lots into perspective for me.
We’ve just flown from Germany to Hong Kong, and then on to Australia and there is something sacred and introspective about being in different places and cultures.
It’s as if the “differences” in other places and cultures highlight the sameness, the unity that we humans all over the globe share.
They way we all sleep on flights or yawn and look weary eyed on the bus trip to the airport. Or the way most people smile at my daughter or hand her sweets and try to engage her in conversation.
Regardless of race or nation, people reach out, lovingly, to her. Our love for children knows no cultural or societal restrictions.
When we travel, I see our “humanness” so clearly. The way we all breathe, eat, drink, wee, puke, sleep and have these funny things called bodies that carry our souls around for us.
And as we stroll through a crowded airport, waiting to catch our connecting flight, I think about things like how many people are having sex in the world because every person I can see is a result of that; and how we all know pain and pleasure, laughter and sadness, madness and clarity.
In moments like these I feel close to my brothers and sisters of the world because I know we all know the pain and pleasure of being human, and what it is like to be in this body and to live on this planet.
And although I know it is only transitory, and often have the sense I’m just “passing through” here, there is something beautifully simple and solid about being human.
It’s fragilely beautiful though because we are vulnerable to pain, death and disease, and sometimes being human hurts, and sometimes, it’s bliss.
But mostly, it is, because we have chosen to be here; a gorgeous soul living an earthly life for a while.
In White Light + Love,
Belinda
