Day 254 – The beauty of solitude

No picture today. Simply because today’s view wouldn’t be possible to capture in a picture. Imagine running up a hill. Blue Nikes become grey and red and brown from the dusty road. You are running towards a blue, misty mountain. On the left you pass a couple grass huts in warm shades of grey and brown. On the right, the sun is sinking. A big orange and red ball that slowlu drifts away to another universe. The green trees turn blue’ish. The mountains on the Kenian side turn grey’ish. The sky turns pinkish. And there is no one else to see it at that exact moment, that exact spot but me.

After travelling over the weekend, I have found my way back to Amudat. It’s so freaking far away. Yet so wonderful to be here. This place gets to you. As I am calming down after a day of work, I am slowly settling in to the solitude of being here.

And I finally understand Paulo Coelho’s words about solitude:

Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side.

Because Love needs to rest, so that it can journey through the heavens and reveal itself in other forms.

Without solitude, no plant or animal can survive, no soil can remain productive, no child can learn about life, no artist can create, no work can grow and be transformed.

Solitude is not the absence of Love, but its complement.

As I am writing this, I am taking a moment to look up at the stars. And simply marvel at the quietness of the night. Today was a good day.

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