Lhasa! You’ll be missed dearly.
RIP.
PS: I know that Gorida’s blog is all about travelling, mountaineering, photos and adventures, but today it is about a great loss to music, to nomadic ears, to wandering nomads … I’m deeply saddened by her passing. Her music was love at first sight for me.
Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambitions to achieve. They are cathedrals, grand and pure, the houses of my religion. I approach them as any human goes to worship. On their altars I strive to perfect myself physically and spiritually. In their presence I attempt to understand my life, to exorcise vanity, greed, and fear. From the vantage of their lofty summits, I view my past, dream of the future, and with unusual acuteness I experience the present moment. That struggle renews my strength and clears my vision. In the mountains I celebrate creation, for on each journey I am reborn.
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