The Spirit of the World ( On and Off)
1) Serendipity
A new series begins with this abstract of a garden in Sri Lanka. It is a far-reaching personal journey, happening quite by accident, when I was forced to leave Pakistan in the 1980’s. Where would this unexpected diversion take me?
The word serendipity came to mind at the time and a picture of a little tear-drop island on a world map appeared center stage in my frantic thoughts. The island had been called a wildly exotic name, Ceylon. I was lured there like many before me, seeking unfamiliar beauty and treasures.
Following this trip, my travel destinations began to expose an ancient theme. Unknowingly, I was following ancient trade routes: routes that would lure men looking for adventure and exotic lands and goods to enrich their lives. New scents and tastes drove men to these far away places.
This is my very humble story of how I came to follow the ancients’ roads and routes. I have been agonizing now for several months on how to organize the journey, but finally have concluded that events of serendipity do not lend themselves to such a mundane thought. They just happen as a series of surprises.
The series is called Serendipity and it will be a continual story beginning with this introduction.
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1) Serendipity
A new series begins with this abstract of a garden in Sri Lanka. It is a far-reaching personal journey, happening quite by accident, when I was forced to leave Pakistan in the 1980’s. Where would this unexpected diversion take me?
The word serendipity came to mind at the time and a picture of a little tear-drop island on a world map appeared center stage in my frantic thoughts. The island had been called a wildly exotic name, Ceylon. I was lured there like many before me, seeking unfamiliar beauty and treasures.
Following this trip, my travel destinations began to expose an ancient theme. Unknowingly, I was following ancient trade routes: routes that would lure men looking for adventure and exotic lands and goods to enrich their lives. New scents and tastes drove men to these far away places.
This is my very humble story of how I came to follow the ancients’ roads and routes. I have been agonizing now for several months on how to organize the journey, but finally have concluded that events of serendipity do not lend themselves to such a mundane thought. They just happen as a series of surprises.
The series is called Serendipity and it will be a continual story beginning with this introduction.
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