Sitting in front of the beautiful, vibrant waters of Tso Moriri for hours witnessing the different colours of the lake with the slightest change of sunlight braving the biting cold wind has been a spiritual experience. The water birds danced and played in the lake fearlessly. All the anxiety, uncertainties, fear, breathlessness that the last few months engulfed my life seem to melt down into this mountain lake.
I realize in the words of Eliot “What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make and end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from.”
The canine friend seems to guide me into the lives of the the village dwellers around the lake. I explore the village, the nomads and make images that my soul tells me to. The self submerges into the place and the faces. My perception and philosophy of life gain clarity.
“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.” T.S.Eliot
The Dream Catchers:
And she knows the power of knowledge.