It is early morning, and for a brief moment, the sun has not yet made its way above the mountain tops. I watch as the fog climbs back up into the sky. I breathe the sweet sent of grass and fresh air. I listen to the gentle ringing of cowbells off in the distance. Despite Switzerland’s linearity when it comes to time, to me it has garnered a gluelike consistency. Sticky with reminders of my past.
A beautiful meditation on nostalgia. Per the exigency of a rite of passage, I am reminded of Joseph Campbell's archetype of the Hero's Journey. That seems to befit the quest towards authenticity, as the subject removes him/herself from the constraints of familiar society to pursue the gift of freedom -- the mature or ripened consciousness of adulthood. Thank you for this piece.
Amazed, again. Always feels like these articles come at the right time!
A beautiful meditation on nostalgia. Per the exigency of a rite of passage, I am reminded of Joseph Campbell's archetype of the Hero's Journey. That seems to befit the quest towards authenticity, as the subject removes him/herself from the constraints of familiar society to pursue the gift of freedom -- the mature or ripened consciousness of adulthood. Thank you for this piece.