Above and beyond just the form I’m sharing with you – the visual pictures, there is always an intent to share something of a more ephemeral and (probably) elusive nature than the obviousness of what you can see just with your eyes. Something more. The essence of a place. The atmosphere, the feel, a story that this particular place is telling if you are willing to listen carefully enough. I would like to tell you a story about this special mountain that many hindu people consider to be holy and sacred.
The beauty of this place around the Arunachala hill and the mountain itself is that it doesn’t matter at all whether you believe in anything what hindus are telling about this place, or not. It’s about direct experience of it. And even though there are people that claim that they heaven’t experienced anything special being close to the mountain, they can’t deny that there is unutterable something in it’s mysterious presence.
For some reason the power of this place is a magnet that attracts those who seeks something more, a living communion with divinity, a direct experience of oneness with spirit. You will meet here people all around the globe with devotion that brought them here, to the grace of the Mountain.
Scientists that have studied the Arunachala rocks are saying that the age of this mountain is more than 3.500.000.000 years and possibly way more, which makes it almost as old as the Earth itself. The gurus and saints that have meditated in this area are all refering to the mountain as the heart of the planet.
Many times I was pregnant with ideas about interesting shots, saying to myself: “tomorrow I’ll do that” but week after week “tomorrow” never came. I was way more interested in just being with the seducing peacefullness and deep tranquility of the mountain, than to go somewhere and hunt for a good light. Sometimes the poetry of the moment is too fragile to be startled by camera shot. Let’s put it in this way, rather than saying that I was just too lazy *wink*.
My seclusion away from everything. Morning at the top.
During deepam the light is not only burning at the top of a mountain, but each household is lighting it’s own. The beauty of the essence of hinduism to me is that it recognizes God’s presence in each sencient being, and in all life as well. The light of consciousness is universal and the same fire that burns as the presence of a sacred Arunachala hill, is the same presence of each being. Therefore, all are honored and revered as the divine.