castles in the air

i kept humming this don mclean tune all throughout the trip.  four days now since monday.  we were on the road to darkhan and selenge, two northernmost provinces, bordering on russia. we were going through the most fantabulous scenery — a wide expanse of lush, luscious sea of green as far as the eyes can see, broken by gentle slopes in the distance, framed by mighty mountains farther.  

been looking for that music for  ages. when finally a friend sent the file,  one whole night i listened to it non stop.  one of my most requested, which noel always obliged to sing. 

still stings. because it reminds of the lussa good times? maybe.  but not just.  the “just”  i couldnt quite put my fingers into. 

then it dawned on me.  as the car raced through the road, along the vast grasslands, i could almost see my soul surging on ahead.   sometimes in great speed, sometimes in dance, sometimes with a pensive gait.  –

could very well represent how i am.  a free spirit that resists to live and be fettered by traditional rules and conventions.  as it is  with relationships.  commitments are percieved to be potentially problematic, especially when independence and the passion to serve appear to be threatened. 

someone said mongolia grows on you.  seems that he’s right.  the music of its people, conjuring images of a melancholic herder pouring out his heart in joy or in pain or simply in thanksgiving, has gotten into me.  i’m connecting. different from cambodia. but in a way that i could better relate because the land and the people inspire one’s becoming and letting be.

free spirit regardless… i still appreciate an anchor and a nest to come home to.  just as the hawks and eagles of the mongolian wilds and steppes do.   no matter how high and far they soar through the clear blue skies.

Don McLean - Castles in the air