Discovery / Fulfillment

When the Abstract Settles in the Stillness

Given that you’re a traveler and movement all around sparks and stirs and brightens your many lives, what happens when the external action and interaction ceases? What happens when silence arrives the moment you sit still and pause from the demands of the nomadic lifestyle? Where do you take the destinations you’ve been even as your journey continues?

A traveler/blogger, most wondrously, a human being radiant with love I’ve recently met in the flesh spoke with passion generally about all things beautiful—about travel and its wonders, about dreams coming true, and about like-minded people coming together. A particular and mutual contemplation led our conversation to how one arrives to the shore of clarity after traveling. That person understands the beyonds of traveling and is gifted with realizations from all the crossings and coverings here and there. The aftermath contours a shape of vitality and meaning. The essence of its parts unfold when we look back on it, unconsciously we unfold ourselves and some kind of shift subtly takes place within. We are potent on our vulnerability, and it is the moment that we are the most graceful in receiving. Yet the aftermath of the aftermath, being transported from the narrow mouth of the river to the vast sea, moving on to the continuous flow of living also comes with thoughts that translate to overwhelming and retracting gestures, displaced emotions, the phase of being lost and confused. They swarm and bite like unapologetic bees. And maybe it’s the phase of restlessness, of being stuffed with a discord and chaos of thoughts and feelings, or simply of not being in touch with the soul. Sometimes, darkness is as fast as the speed of light. It can’t be avoided, for it permeates whenever, wherever, even under the comfort and warmth of stability.

For the most part of this phase, we ask for more. We demand answers. We want to be there yet we’re here. We crave the action we were previously prancing about and the exact senses and sentiments our travels were perpetuating. We itch for movement after movement.

But then the plurality and continuity of life is not a consistent happy state; its intensity fluctuates, its measure is unachievable. Yet it is there, always, lying inside to be tapped. In between, it is also lovely and life-stretching to feel bouts of sadness that aren’t necessarily miserable, but ripe with wisdom that maybe waits to be noticed and harvested. We step outside our “self” and observe the traveler within the circle. We bag priceless experiences and relationships and we’re twinkling stars when we come back. We bag lessons from the road and turn wiser as our exposure enlarges. Yet in those precise moments of wandering, we’re not really aware of the contractions and expansions that the season brings. We’ve been everywhere literally, but in our return, the moment of stillness asserts itself and ultimately becomes the test for our growth.

During brief but intimate conversations with friends, the discord was unloaded. In the emptying process, I arrived at this “prayer” for myself and for all I’ve known and yet to meet and connect with in life:

I wish I could send love letters to each and every human of the planet. I wish for them to feel good about themselves so that they feel good about life. When the collective feels good, it’s so good to move with love and positivity, or simply to be alive. I wish we realized that life is simple if we make it to be. I wish we felt pain, yet we choose happiness when we feel like it’s eating away pieces of our wholeness, and we have no idea what to do, or where to go. We choose lightness. We open our palms and let go. Let go. We choose water to clean us up until we’re back to basics. We choose water. In our oneness with it, we become naked and we follow our pure hearts. We choose to move into the outer with our inner intact and peaceful and awakened.

I guess we just have to trust this path.

About the Contributor

Lovey Marquez aspires to allow the arts of writing and traveling and taking photos into the transparency of her being, share her flow and radiate positivity to every one, if not all. She is poetically in awe of how her movement towards different destinations and different people leads to movement within. In between mobility and stillness, silence, deep talks and loud laughter, solitude and long walks, she loves rediscovering more of people’s similarities than their differences. This article was originally posted in her blog.

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Photo by Benj Ramos. For more of his photos and adventures, visit his Instagram.

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