The Magic of the Himalayas

Meeting an old friend becoming a new one within only hours. When we meet some days before I expect nothing but a superficial reunion and some drinks. Nothing meaningful. What I find yet is much more. That first night memories start returning of that feeling I had before, having a person in front of me who shares similar perspectives on living life, conscious and aware with the every day joy that makes his name become a reality. The way the energy flows between us creating a feeling of safety and respect for who I am in me. The understanding and ease in our shared time, generating an authentic connection of two likeminded souls coming together in the same place at another time. A feeling of friendship. Laughing my ass off from his stories that not a second one could have experienced that way, gathering deep understandings about life, creating wisdom from what we've seen and understood about the world, transforming who we were into who we are and will be. And as he talks about the currency of gratitude I wish I could pay him the same.

It all coming back to that first night we meet after a year, creating a new bond that I had not expected. This night where I see different sides to him creating new colors on so many levels. So sweet and giving. Respectful and caring. If you love someone never wake them up. He would say and I would find so much truth in that, making me laugh like he sees the world with similar eyes. These little things. Before I leave his house in the morning... Are you sure you don’t want to stay for a chai? I make a mean chai. Say hi to my mom. I’m looking at a woman with the most beautiful blue eyes. I wish her a good morning and leave to my place just across his, up in the sun. He’s recognized the weather fairy for the first time. The night that had become too long like many more are to come. I was on such a great healthy path before we met again I tease. Well I'm bringing the balance back to you. You're welcome. I'm laughing. That's where the first night lead us into the next day and all the ones to come afterwards.

Introducing me to the magical places I didn’t know about. Hey beautiful. Wanna come with me for beer and sunset in the forest? This is where a new world is created. Telling him that night that I am planning on leaving the next day later, I feel the universe may have already made different plans. And you can come back when you feel you want to return. Or I will never leave. Watching the sunset together changing the colors of my experience. For longer than just that night. Merely introducing a new season.

A lazy Sunday becoming a lazy Monday from the moment I open my eyes. There it is. My eyes childlike creating a new world. The world that he's started introducing me to. Making my blind eyes see. Take out your contacts, break a leg and you will see again. One of these absurd comical moments, connecting our stories, changing the place around me, seeing it with fresh eyes. Fueling the magic. Blindness becoming clarity, manifesting the place I was longing for including the community that he's inviting me into.

I wake up early seeing the rays of the sun. Something is different about them today. Why did I wake up so early?! And I see your message. I think your energy moved to me, waking me up. It's that feeling I have when I send him the message in the morning, ready to explore what he's recommended me to see the night before at sunset. And so I go seeking out my energy back from nature, breathing in the fresh morning air, returning to the sunset spot, letting the little colorful flags guide me further to the long missed cold water. 

Moving further, overcoming the initial tiredness still stuck in my bones from our night before, the surrounding starts changing its face into fresh green plants and trees, reminding me of a different world, a flourishing jungle. Walking down the path, I reach the sunset café that he's told me about the night before for the first time. As I am coming closer I hear two people speaking German. I am not sure I am still drunk, feeling like I've just once again created my own matrix. I stop for a short chat and for the first time this day I get the feeling that a big shift is beginning to happening. This little beautiful spot with its sunny terraces and the most incredible view over the Himalayas will be my refuge to warm me up when I return from my personal favorite challenge of waking myself with the crystal clear waters of nature.

When I  make my way off to the waterfall the dogs follow me, making sure I'd arrive safely. Reaching the place, it's more than I could have expected. Extraordinarily stunning with its turquoise waters, clearly sparkling, surrounded by rocks and an enchanting café right above that will safe me for the minutes after I get out of the freezing cold, warming me up with a chai from the inside out. In my uncollected mind neither bringing warm clothes nor appropriate shoes, I get myself back on trek as fast as possible after overcoming the cold of nature's waters in winter time. 

Warming myself up, walking, resting for a few minutes in the sun, reconnecting with the most well sounding name in all the surrounding when I catch signal. Ultimate Bliss. How is that not surprising?! The divider. There goes the sharing the happiness. I tell him to bring me something warm and he tells me he sent up some other German friend. A part of the community. Like everyone today is. German invasion. As I'm reaching my happily expected refuge, my spirits are high, looking forward to my obligatory cappuccino in the sun warming me up. 

This is becoming the start of a long afternoon of wild conversations about life, spirituality, philosophies and how to solve the troubles of our minds. Laughter holding the space for the deep topics and the afternoon is moving by in what feels like only minutes, with each and everyone contributing a tiny detail to my puzzle, making it whole, creating this new picture for me. This fresh world. Thank God you’re not perfect. Our conversations have been long and I finally inhale my pizza that was meant for me right here and now to come back to life fully and completely. It makes me laugh these strangely beautiful encounters not wanting to end. Literally taking over when the sun has set and the Bliss returned into the scene once more not letting the day end but in opposite opening another door. Our place from all the drunken nights, bringing in more.

What happens in utopia stays in utopia. Indeed in this absurdity show we create, having drinks again, I cannot stop laughing about this personal comedy show that's unfolding in front of me. My soda addiction becoming my strength once again like back on the other side of the gate. Your superpower is fizzy. Right again. I wonder where all this is coming from again and yet it doesn't concern me because this is the most natural flow of the Universe itself making me deeply happy. The Bliss. Doing what he does best. I think it’s time for a refill darling. I’ll be there in a second love. This is what I came to love about these days of feeling nothing but in the right place at the right time, connecting his stories to what is, understanding why I am here now. And why it was that I felt this strong inner urge to come back here.

You know what let me show you my favorite restaurant tomorrow. They have the best food really. There it is again. As it had started. Before the night ends an idea for the next day. That feeling of friendship and community that's been building up so convincingly throughout this day of strong synchronicity, pulling through until the last minute before midnight is hitting and our exhaustion putting us to sleep. As he mentions the details of the restaurant I already get the feeling that this is the place I'd only recently discovered as my favorite for cake and cappuccino. I start laughing when he's describing the place. He looks at me astonished, his mouth open. I don't believe this Lina. How much we're alike, how much we have in common, it's crazy. There it is. Another of these endless moments where I get this feeling he recognizes those little details of life like I do. These tiny moments that make life become miraculous. I smile. Has he just denied a few minutest before that these synchronicities around here in the Himalayas touch him anymore. But they do. The same they amaze me. 

The magic of life never ceasing to exist in exactly these moments, making every day special and more beautiful, knowing that the universe is always on your side. Here for us now and always. Making me stay, easily letting go of these few thoughts questioning whether I should be moving on to another place. Vanishing within and throughout the day with each conversation, each moment I'm breathing in nature, the views over the mountains, the cold water bringing back freezing life into my bones, the hot pizza recreating the heat of life back into my blood. Any thought having occurred, disappeared like the clouds on the clear blue sky today and all of the days.

It's not a conscious decision even of staying or leaving. It's a call. One of these times when the decision is out of the question. With meeting him again, he has opened the gate to new worlds for me around here like I do when we come back to my favorite place in the world, that paradise that I cannot stop telling people about. With opening the gates to the beauties of life, he doesn't fail to point me direction on my life path, go deeply into explaining my sacral authority, my design to respond to what is, using my intuition before we're ending this day. He knows better than me myself about how to go about my profile, taking all the time in the world to shed some light on my life path. Here where no time exists and all of it is ours always. Here in this place where every night is a Saturday night and every morning a Sunday morning. In the Magical Himalayas.