I’ve experienced on numerous occasions how nature can cast an enchanting and beautiful spell on me that leaves me feeling mesmerised, in an altered state, with an open heart and a deep sense of contentedness and trust. Some places in nature I know in advance have a huge likelihood to have this kind of impact on me.The seaside is one such place. When I feel in need of hope and inspiration, a walk along the sandy shore or a coffee at a beachside café can be all it takes for me to find a more positive state of mind.
In addition, the twilight zone between day and night holds a magical charm, which I experienced often as I sat alone, in the early evening, on the terrace of my home in East Jerusalem, overlooking the undulating olive groves. The dusky twilight seems to me to be a moment when the veil between the rational and the transrational (spiritual) realms is very thin, almost transparent. If there is any such thing as a parallel universe, I would wager that an access point is through the twilight seam.
On occasion, nature’s gracious, magical spell takes me totally by surprise. I remember an evening sitting alone on a hotel room balcony overlooking the quiet surrounding lawns, when quite suddenly I felt in awe of the star-studded, darkened skyscape and the stillness of the night penetrated intermittently only by the sound of the cicadas and a warm breeze that would delicately caress my face. The thoughts in my head vanished completely. I was totally present. I remained there, for hours, hardly moving and deeply peaceful.
Excerpt from “She Who Is Unto Herself”.