Around the world

Around the world Articles

I travel a lot and I am sometimes asked, “Mashulya, advise us where to go, where is the most soulful place?” And I understand that it’s individual, that each place has its own vibration and that we resonate differently with those places.

Still, for myself, I decided to create good associations and memories with each country, places like figurative postcards stored in my heart and memory.

Greece (Pilaponese Peninsula) is water, lots of clean, azure, sea water. Water that fills the body with peace and quiet. The Greek sea, bright and unusually beautiful in color. It soothes the soul and lulls on its waves, telling tales and stories through the whisper of the foam and the hum of the sea shells.

Switzerland is orderly and quiet at 10 p.m. Manicured lawns, good cows in alpine meadows. Green, gently green grass covers the gentle meadows like a woman’s curves.

Finland is a small country where elves and gnomes live. The locals of this country speak a fairy tale language and if you do not interrupt them and listen for a long time, you can get into another dimension.

Italy – olive oil, orrigano, thyme, lavender tea from the bed, the silence at noon and loud, melodic, expressive conversations until midnight. Hot hearts, 3 kisses upon meeting, love at first sight, endless arches, columns and ochre.

Kazakhstan – endless steppe turning into sky. The living earth hums beneath your feet, the free soul intertwines with wild winds in its flight. The laughter of the shaman and the gentle grass wriggling underfoot.

America – excitement, yellow cabs and sharp corners of high-rises. Roots ripped from the earth and neo-technology. Race against life, big train stations, jazz notes on the wind, bright commercials, wide-open smiles, reach for the stars or walk on the boulevard, long thoroughfares and bustling Broadway.

Hawaii – Aloha and paradise flowers in your hair, warm waves and blind surfing, coral reefs and the smooth sway of dancers’ hips.

India – amidst the vibrant chaos, noisy and cramped streets, spicy and oily food, the smell of kari, incense and mud, joyful children running and old people laughing. The cow has found refuge in a tunnel alley, so we have to change route, but behind us there is a pandemonium of local gawkers, a hermit in a saffron robe, a pomegranate juice peddler, stout and transparent women in saris, a rickshaw beeping relentlessly and just about everything else. So I will have to initiate the cow to move forward after all.
Himalayas, Ganga, namaste, I’m home.

Arab Emirates (Dubai) – life among air conditioners, mirror buildings, knotty roads. Tuned cars, collector’s watches, diamond rings, high-rises pierce the clouds. A mirage in the hot desert.

Thailand – roasted chestnuts at the crossroads, balmy lettuce rice fields, 4-hand massage for the new birth of the body, a floral paradise, in the center of which, meditates the Buddha.

Germany ( Berlin ) – torn pantyhose and heads a colorful mess, graffiti instead of murals, a runway for two-wheeled walks. The Broken Mirror is nowadays called urban art, a mecca of rebels and electronic music.

Hungary – hearty smiles and sincere help in pockets from all sides. The good soul of the people pulsates in the embrace of hot summer and green meadows, in unison with the trance music beat from the festivals.

Austria (Salsburg) – beer gurgles along the sidewalks, Austrian wives and husbands dressed up in their original costumes with frills stroll along the stone sidewalk. Mozart recalls himself from all the chocolate wrappers. However, the evening is a sacred time of beautiful classical music.

Mountain Altai is mother land in silence at the foot of great mountains, the katun beauty fascinates with its draught, unhurriedness, depth. Horses are galloping freely along meadows, heart sinks by greatness of this beauty and starts beating again, but newly, in tact of great pulse of life.

Elbrus Region – a dimension of power, studded with stars in the center of the Milky Way. A dimension of depth, penetrating into dreams to awaken awareness (Read more about harmonious awareness.). In a helicopter around Elbrus, on a black horse in a field, on feet on grass, yes in gorushku.

Adygeya – softly rolling mists in the morning, washing the dew of mother earth. Soberly a stream of cold river hits the top of my head, waking me up from a long sleep. So much sun in this field of sunflowers, the radiation of life exceeds the norm. And at night by the fire to string chants turn cares and false notes of life into ashes.

Sri Lanka – long, empty beaches of ghostly fret along the coast, dense Ceylon fields along the railroad. How not to drown in this dense green jungle, lushly soaked with rain and the cries of birds.

Slovakia – pebble by pebble paved paths in the narrow streets. What a small and cozy country, can I stay here for a while, walk, wiggle for no reason, in this nice town with the smell of ice cream.

Costa Rica (Porto Viejo) – Lagoons, wild lagoons with palm trees from under the water. There’s a lush bush growing on the trunk of a flowering tree that grows on the branch of another. Parrots scream in the green cocktail of vegetation, ultraviolet and blue butterflies flutter. And after the rains comes the time of acid green frogs. Pick wild bananas in rubber boots in the morning and crunchy cocoa beans for breakfast.

Panama – on motorized trays from island to island, barefoot collecting shells and arranging mandalas of them underwater. Falling asleep in a cabin on chicken legs in the water.

Iceland – I was once on another planet. This world is nothing like ours. And the sand and the earth and the mountains and the wind and the glaciers and the volcanoes and the moss at dawn…
This world doesn’t compare to what was familiar. It is mysteriously beautiful.

Denmark – flat land, no small hill on the horizon, little houses standing flat, river smoothly flowing. Fried potatoes in an envelope. I feel good and happy.

Australia (southeast of the country) – is it like that? Yes! Look at that beautiful pine forest, you won’t find such in Europe, and there’s a palm grove across the street. And over there, around the corner, is a bamboo valley. And why can’t you see anything there? Because it’s desert! Small kangaroos run in flocks and people smile just for fun.

Bali is the abode of the gods, the world of spirits and dragons, fairy creatures and mythical creatures. It is the softness of smiles, sincere good-naturedness, the kindling of incense, baskets with offerings for the spirits. Among lianas and dense vegetation, among fabulous architecture and stone divine faces, sweet melodies of temple ceremonies float in the air.

South Africa (Cape Town) – at the edge of the world to set your face to the unknown, to run out into the ocean, freezing your breath, to feel the cold burn on your skin to the bones. To exhale the rest of eternity and return to the shore as an aphrodite out of the ice foam, to come to oneself and feel the thought creeping up: can we do it again?


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