Magic unrealism

Posted by Mariellen on 8 Nov 2008 | One Comment
Magical Jaisalmer, Rajasthan, by photographer Andrew Adams

Magical Jaisalmer, Rajasthan, by photographer Andrew Adams

Connecting to the essential you

Joseph Campbell said, if you want to find your passion, remember back to when you were a child. Try to recall what activity gave you the feeling that time had stopped; you were so wrapped up in what you were doing, you didn’t know who you were. That’s the clue, the “X” that marks the spot. Dig here.

  • When I was a child, I painted enormous genies billowing from tiny lamps and turreted Arabianesque cityscapes across my bedroom walls. The words “Baghdad” and “Basra” were magical spells. I longed to wear gauzy harem pants and jeweled scarves. And the prince of my dreams had almond-shaped brown eyes and wore a silk turban.
  • When I was a child, my Mother said I looked like Alice in Wonderland. Blonde hair pulled back by a hairband, pensive expression and solitary habits, usually accompanied by a book and a cat named Marmalade.
  • When I was a child, I often canoed into the shallow swampy waters around the edges of the bay. Letting the canoe drift, I stared into the water. Mesmerized by the undulating strands of seaweed, and the sight of fiery-orange crayfish darting backwards along the lake bottom, I wondered about seen and unseen worlds; worlds within worlds. The secret underwater life beneath the surface seemed to hint at possibilities I was too young to comprehend.

I have come to realize that connecting with who I was as a child, and resurrecting my childhood ability to dream and fantasize, are integral to my health and well-being. I didn’t always know this. I learned this when I went to India, when I finally had the courage to begin to live my dreams.

India did two things for me. It restored my faith in the loving nature of the universe and my ability to dream. For me, India truly is a land of dreams and fantasies. I wrote an entire entry on “Why I love India” on my original travel blog on Travelblog.org.

Plus, India is a really fascinating place. You can fly there in hours and step back centuries in time.

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One Comment »

  • Arun mehta said:

    Mariellen,

    Campbell is right about looking at your childhood to find your “passion” I remember looking at stars and planets with my homemade telescope in new delhi and getting “lost” The time did stand still!! I could have just as well been floating in space.. I was only 12 but felt “ageless”
    The feeling is hard to describe but if you experience it it leaves an indelible mark on your concience!.

    I can appreciate your “connectedness” with all things Indian. India by her sheer history gives you a sense of belonging to it. The myriad of cultures and people amaze you and entertain you. Suddenly you realize anything is possible. You realize in India the world is NOT as fragmented as media will make you think. There is hope for humanity!

    I felt my Karmabhooni was Canada and not India. But India still has a very deep meaning to me and brings out the inner spirit in me

    Arun

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