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that-homoerotic-blouse · 4 years

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Mementos

Pairing: Ten x Rose

Rated: T

Wordcount: 2080

Summary: post Doomsday, of places and things lost

For the prompt ‘family’ of @timepetalsweek

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Jackie took the ripped envelope with reverent hands.

It didn’t make sense, not really. How time passed in this world. Sometimes, of course, she wouldn’t even notice, because calendars here still had twelve months and clocks an hour hand and a minute hand; others, however, she woke up thinking about the ludicrous hole a killer Christmas tree had left in her bedroom and just how expensive fixing it was going to be, only to find herself in a four-poster bed with silk sheets in a room like the bedchamber of Henry VIII, and everything around her crumbled. Those days were the hardest. Those days, she could feel the past like it was around the corner, just at the end of her fingertips—Rose, you came back! Oh, and you, big fella! You’re all mine!—and at the same time distant, remote and non-existent, fading in the way dreams fade the moment you blink awake.

Those days, Jackie thought, she was one step closer to understand her daughter. Because, despite the weeks and the months, she still catches the haunted looks, never misses the blank stares. Because it was just yesterday that she was holding her trembling body in a beach in Norway, and yet it wasn’t. It had been one year and a half. In those moments, Jackie was sure that there was something terribly wrong about the way the cogs turned in this world.

She’d thought she’d like it.

What a silly idea that seemed now.

She shakes the envelope and the paper falls soundless as a feather.

There is only one picture. She had been dismayed when she found out, but Mickey told her that the rest of the files were corrupted and that there was nothing else he could do. Bless him. Those old mobiles had never been too reliable, anyway.

They were smiling.

Why, of course they were smiling, it was the only thing they seemed to be able to do around each other. Her with the dimples on her cheeks, and him with that barmy face and those barmy eyebrows. She didn’t know when it had become their trademark, only that it had.

They were pointing at something outside of the frame, their raised arms cut by the elbow. It must have been something incredible, no doubt, for their eyes were wide and shining. Inexplicably, they both wore two pairs of sunglasses, maintaining an precarious balance at the top of their heads, but they were too lost in whatever it was that had caught their attention to care. The quality of the image is fuzzy and the background is a blur of grey and blue. They could’ve been in Spain or in a moon colony lightyears away from Earth, and she wouldn’t be able to tell. Their expression is one of sheer wonder, and she thinks that’s how they should’ve looked, forever.

Forever wondering, forever marvelling.

And she had once been so worried—worried that she’d lose herself, that on every ship and planet and asteroid she visited, she’d leave a piece of herself behind until there was nothing left. It couldn’t have been further from the truth: her daughter, she realized, had found herself among the stars, and she had soared. And for some reason, this realization brings a pain to her chest greater than any other. And she regrets, regrets, regrets, regrets, regrets, regrets so deeply she can feel her guts turn inside out.

And it only gets worse, because every day she sees her, and she’s trying so hard to build, she’s trying so hard to create and not destroy. To leave a mark, to carve a niche of her own, fit in the spaces between offices and parties and rooms twice the size of their flat. But it’s like Rose always tells her: “I was never born here. There isn’t a hole with my outline. If I want a place for myself, I have to start from scratch.”

Jackie can feel her hands shaking.

She doesn’t know when her daughter became so wise.

Indeed, it is those gaps. It’s those gaps she feels when she wakes up in a bed that’s not hers, with a husband that might look like hers, but he’s alive and well and no longer a ghost. It’s terrifying.

They had left a hole with their outline when they left, and Jackie wonders what it might look like. An empty council flat. With her cheap furniture, a desolate fridge and a broken washing machine. With a tiny bathroom with bad lighting and a crooked mirror. With two bedrooms cluttered with years and years of trinkets and keepsakes that would no longer hold any meaning whatsoever: Christmas postcards and old blankets and earrings and dirty clothes and a bronze medal and magnets of places they never visited.

Of all that, would remain nothing.

But in her mind, as she envisions it, to her surprise she realizes that the house isn’t empty. Not completely. She imagines a shadow, a lonely figure in a long coat, standing in the middle of it all like a salt statue.

She wonders if he will mourn them for long.

And hopes that he will.

Because, as she holds the picture in her hands, she thinks of paper crowns and garlands and laughter and ash instead of snow, and she too, mourns.

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Someone stands still on Walworth Road and the Earth keeps turning.

The burden had been his to bear.

And that was okay.

It’s always been like this.

Every person he meets leaves a load when they part ways—a bundle of memories, of good times and bad times and a little bit of this, and oh, also a little bit of that—and he carries it gladly. Sometimes with sorrow, and pain, but always gladly. It’s the least he can do. It’s his duty. Or something like it, anyway. The word is too formal and too pompous and he doesn’t like how it sounds in any case.

But it wasn’t a sense of obligation that drove him here. Not because he felt that he had to, or that he owed them (even though he owes them, so much), but because he feels if he doesn’t honour what’s left of them, he doubts that anyone else will. And he can let the world forget—because humanity always forgets, humanity always moves on—their names and their faces and the footprints they left along their path, but he won’t.

So he steps into the flat.

For some reason, he didn’t think there’d be silence. This was never a place for silence; for chatter and laughter, always; for quiet, sometimes; but never for this sheer blankness, this void of sound. Now, however, there is so much of it he’s afraid the flat will burst. He could quantify it, estimate it, calibrate its exact weight and mass, because this silence is something tangible, something that looms and lurks and creeps onto your back. There’s something about it that unnerves this body. This silence makes his nerves itch and tingle and he wants to flee like a scared animal.

But he can’t bring himself to break it.

The TARDIS waits in the children’s playground, because parking it on the front room felt irreverent, and because Jackie always complained about the marks the old ship left on the carpet. Now he’s three floors up, foldaway cardboard boxes under his arm, and he’s crossed the threshold and it’s silent. It takes eight tentative steps, twenty-seven feet and 6.3 inches, and he’s in the living room. He can see the kitchen from his vantage point: the tap dripping every 0.9 seconds and the dirty dishes still in the sink and a mug on the table and everything is so there and it looks so very much the same that it aches. And suddenly it seems like the air turns liquid and dense and the Doctor freezes.

It’s like a snow globe.

It dawns on him that he doesn’t want to touch anything, that he’d rather die before moving a frame or a chair an inch from their current resting place. He wants to keep it this way, forever; preserve an ordinary, utterly unimportant empty council flat against the ravages of time, uncorrupted and uncorruptible. Nothing more and nothing less than a home, lived-in and worn-out, with specks of dust dancing against the sunlight and a half-finished cuppa still waiting for its owner to return. To come back.

He thinks he might wait, too.

He drops the cardboard boxes, and it isn’t until then that he notices.

Beside a too-familiar rucksack, there is a square plastic box. A disposable camera. The classic FujiFilm.

Attached to it, a pink sticky note.

Develop.

Once, it might have been a trivial reminder, just one among the many things in a to-do list, but now it feels more like a dying wish. Unfulfilled.

He doesn’t think it twice.

He’s sprinting down the stairs before he can register that his body is moving at a disproportionate speed, the odds of missing a step and breaking his spine increasing exponentially.

There’s never been a dark room in the TARDIS, and it occurs to him that he should build one, one day. Why didn’t the TARDIS have a dark room? The TARDIS most definitely should have a dark room. That way, at least, he’d save the sidelong glances and the startled faces. Oh. Barging in again, aren’t we, Doctor?

It’s one of those little street shops, wedged and squeezed, fighting for space between a Tesco and an ATM, where you can have your photos printed in an hour and a puzzle or a keychain made with your face on it. Genius. At the counter were two employees with name tags attached to their breast pockets, and they both looked like they were about to ask him to leave. But he’s quick to slam the camera on the counter and rummage his pockets until he finds the right currency, and suddenly their faces turn bright and trustworthy.

So he waits—one hour, as the advert says—and the soles of his chucks punctuate the passing of each second.

When they give him the envelope, he stumbles back onto the street and rips it open.

The crowds pass him by, but he’s glued to the sidewalk from head to toe.

Out of the whole roll of film, there are only three photos. The first one is a table, the tablecloth faded at the edges and with a couple of burst seams, laid out with all sorts of foods—almost too much food—looking like an impromptu banquet, messy and exaggerated and inviting, and he knows exactly when it was taken.

He can’t say the same about the second one.

It’s the cracker they pulled, on a Christmas Eve that was both the first and the last. It was all glitter on the outside until it popped with a short loud bang. The paper crown had been pink and it had matched his, and she had been elated. Halfway through dinner, the telly had blared a season classic and they had tried to dance, tumbling ridiculously as to avoid the chairs and the sofa and oh, careful there, that’s the china figurine cousin Mo brought from Belgium! They had gotten tangled with the tinsel in the process, but her grin had been as wide as her cheeks stretched. Only now, he realizes, that he had been grinning too. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t remember the click of the camera, or Jackie fussing about saying cheese!

He has no clue when this moment happened, only that it came and it was gone in the blink of an eye.

And then the Doctor is left alone, standing still on Walworth Road, and his face is lined with tears.

He only catches a brief glimpse of the third photograph before he shoves the envelope into his coat pocket. It was dark, barely an outline, of two figures pointing at the sky.

I spent Christmas day just over there, at the Powell Estate, with this... family. My friend, she had this family. Well. It was my…

Bringing his hands to his face, he pushes his palms against the globes of his eyes until patterns emerge under the pressure, but no matter how hard he tries the tears keep falling.

The Doctor stands still and the crowds pass him by.

The Earth keeps turning.

An the burden, this time, is too heavy to bear.

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mordred · 7 years

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I was tagged by Kathi ( @murphiarty) thank youu I always love tag games :D

rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 22 b - biggest fear: pushups, mushrooms and the fact that I’m gonna end up all alone (also phonecalls) c - current time: 21:21 would you believe it :D d - drink you last had: water e - every day starts with: a smileeee…okay no. A thought like “ugh, here we go again” f - favourite song: two songs from top and uhm atm…stardust (new politics), Inhale and Hold and What We Could Have Been (v*sperteen) and Shots (imagine dragons) g - ghosts, are they real: how else do you explain my cats behavior? h - hometown: dresden i - in love with: my cat and snow j - jealous of: people with best friends k - killed someone: my motivation and my will to live l - last time you cried: when carrie fisher died, haha (this was one of 4 times I cried last year which is 3 times more than the year before) m - middle name: I wish I had one…my mom kinda regrets not calling me Elisabeth Sophie though, which would habe been awesome n - number of siblings: sadly none o - one wish: a friend, haha (I mean like…a real friend. not just someone you put up with because you know you have no one else…someone you look forward to see every day…someone you don’t always have to talk to, just enjoy each others company in silence…someone who will do nothing at all with me on frieday nights :D)

ah wow, this sounds desperate p - person you last called/texted: someone on tumblr if this counts :D q - questions you’re always asked: I can’t think of one…sorry r - reasons to smile: my cat s - song last sang:I basically always sing when I’m on my own (this song as well :D) so I don’t even know which was the last sone (we’d make a good team kathi!! I try to sing and you can try to dance) t - time you woke up: around 9 am u - underwear colour: what kind of question is this?? v - vacation destination: Norway :D w - worst habit: let’s not go there x - x-rays you’ve had: my neck after the car crash….my teeth….my arm…that’s it, I think? y - your favorite food:food! There’s so much good food! Mango…maybe? z - zodiac sign: capricorn :)

I tag: @theqveenofiron , @dearvienna13 , @hinatashoyyo, @walkyriesrising uhm whoever else wants to do this ^.^ sorry the tagging is kind of random and not very many

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topfygad · 5 years

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Where to Travel in July: The Best Adventure Destinations Around the World

In North America and Europe, July all but guarantees sunshine. And I don’t mean a bit of sun poking out from behind the clouds like the icon on your iPhone weather app. Oh, no. I’m talking about the kind of sunshine that bathes the land in a golden glow until bedtime.

July means getting outside and absorbing some of that much-needed vitamin D. If it means pausing your Netflix marathon, then so be it.

The southern hemisphere, however, is a whole different ballgame. Down south, July translates to peak winter, and this time of year is considered either ski season or stay-inside-and-wait-out-the-storm season. Sure, there’s fun to be had in the snow, but the real adventures in July happen under that northern sunshine.

With that in mind, go find the settings in your email and select the “automated” email option. Write something along the lines of, “I’m out of the office on vacation, so leave me alone.”

Hire a dog sitter if you must—I’m sure your best buddy owes you for something. Reschedule any appointments; they can wait. And then go stock up on some sunscreen.

1. Vancouver, Canada for Urban and Outdoor Adventures

Vancouver is the kind of city that has everything, and July is the perfect time to enjoy it all. The sun is out and the notoriously rainy city is at its driest.

The city itself is a pulsing metropolis complete with ice cream parlors, brunch spots, malls, museums, and all the other requisite modern conveniences. And, in just an hour’s drive, the entire landscape can completely change.

Drive north out of Vancouver and you’ll encounter the Sea to Sky Highway, a road that winds all the way up into the Rocky Mountains. Follow the road for around 45 minutes and you’ll get to the Sea to Sky Gondola in Squamish. If you’re interested in breathtaking views and natural beauty (who isn’t?) then hop in.

View of the Stawamus Chief in Squamish. Worth it!

At $45 for a day pass, the gondola isn’t the most budget-friendly activity, but there are two reasons why it’s worth forking out. First, you get front row views of the Howe Sound, a network of beautiful fjords—think mirror-like water flanked by rugged green slopes.

Second, once you reach the top of the gondola, you can spend all day exploring the nature trails through the Stawamus Chief Provincial Park. The Panorama Trail is a popular one since it’s just over a mile long and has several viewpoints that look out over the Fjords.

Drive west out of Vancouver and you hit the beach. Second Beach in Stanley Park is perfect for a BBQ and pitch and putt, while Kitsilano Beach is better for swimming thanks to its calm water. If you’re feeling more adventurous, shed your swimwear and head to the clothing-optional Wreck Beach.

2. Mongolia for Off-the-Beaten Track Travel

Mongolia is the Wild West of Asia. It has the lowest population density of any country in the world (just 1 person per square mile) and is home to one of the last groups of nomadic people.

A trip to Mongolia means spending a lot of time out in staggeringly beautiful nature. The capital, Ulaanbaatar, is the country’s only city and is also home to the majority of the population. This means not only do you have loads of beautiful nature to explore, but you’ll also have it virtually all to yourself.

Unearthly Mongolian landscape.

There is a good chance that, if you venture off into the Mongolian countryside, you will not see another living soul for days on end. What you will see, however, is the gorgeous Terkhiin Tsagaan Lake, the formidable mountains of Altai Tavn Bogd National Park and Gorkhi-Terelj National Park’s lush, endless valley.

But, the countryside is only half of the story. July in Mongolia is all about the Naadam Festival—the biggest festival of nomadic culture in the world, happening annually between July 10-12. The main Naadam Festival is in Ulaanbaatar, but every province holds their own version. There are three core events at the festival: wrestling, horse racing, and archery—each done with its own Mongolian flare.

Interspersed between the “three manly sports” as they are known, men, women and children perform dances, songs and parades. It is a loud, colorful event, unlike anything you will have ever seen. If you want an experience that will make you sound interesting at dinner parties, this will do the trick.

3. Lofoten Islands for Adventure

Not everyone wants the scorching heat of the Mediterranean for their summer vacation. Some people would rather enjoy a milder climate and be able to spend more than five minutes outside without sweating.

If that’s you, you should consider going to Norway’s Lofoten Islands. In July, the weather will be pleasant if a little erratic—don’t worry though, bad weather spells turn into glowing sunshine within 10 minutes or so.

Each endowed with a name you would humiliate yourself trying to pronounce, the Lofoten Islands are a mecca for adventure-seekers. Surfing is a popular activity in the water surrounding the islands. Even if you’ve never surfed before, have a go just so you can tick “surf above the Arctic Circle” off your bucket list.

Incredible views around the Lofoten Islands

On land, there are dozens of hiking trails through the glorious fjords. The path to the Reinebringen lookout point is one of the most spectacular routes—mainly due to the uninhibited views you’ll get over Reinefjorden and the Lofoten Wall.

If you visit the Lofoten Islands in July, you will also witness the midnight sun. This natural phenomenon occurs in the Arctic Circle from mid-May to July. For around six weeks the sun never sets. Instead, at night, the land is doused in a soft twilight that is a long way from the darkness. This means you have 24 hours a day to enjoy the stunning scenery of the islands.

4. Belize for Great Diving

Unlike the rest of Central America, Belize was once a British colony, which means everyone there speaks English. Also unlike the rest of Central America, the people and culture in Belize are Caribbean, not Latino. So, this little gem stands out from its neighbors, and you don’t even need a phrasebook on hand to help you get by.

In July, the temperature hovers around the low to mid-80s and, while this is technically the rainy season, it is one of the better months to travel.

Belize’s insanely blue waters is reason enough to visit, no? | Photo Credit: MaxPixel

We all know by now that travel companies hike up their prices during peak season and July is often when they are at their most exorbitant. However, July in Belize is not peak season despite the warm weather. If you can handle the occasional bit of rain then July is a cheap and temperate time to visit Belize.

Once you get to Belize, I recommend heading straight out to the islands of Caye Caulker and Caye Ambergris. The number one activity on these islands is scuba diving—in particular diving in the world famous Great Blue Hole. This giant sinkhole is teeming with hammerhead sharks, sea turtles, giant groupers and every color of tropical fish you could imagine.

Don’t have time to go to the islands? The ATM caves near San Ignacio on the mainland are ripe for adventure. Tours take you floating on a rubber ring through the extensive cave river network with stops for exploring the cave by foot. If you’re lucky your guide will let you cliff jump into the deep and icy cave pools.

5. Switzerland for Mountain Hiking

Forget about skiing in the Alps just for a second and try to picture Switzerland in the summer. Instead of endless ski pistes, the iconic mountains of Switzerland are fully thawed and blanketed with a layer of lush, green grass. It’s the kind of scenery that makes you want to run around and burst into song like Julie Andrews in The Sound of Music.

July is the most beautiful and happiest time of the year to visit.

Switzerland might not be the biggest country on the map, but it sure packs a punch when it comes to adventure activities. There are around 250 miles of hiking trails leading through the picturesque Zermatt region. Be sure to snap a photo or two of the oh-so-impressive Matterhorn looming in the background.

These views though! Is there a bad view in Switzerland?

Lake Geneva is another summer hotspot, blessed with scenery that will stop you in your tracks. The lake itself shimmers under the sun while Lausanne and Geneva hug its shoreline. Either stroll around the edge of the lake and take it all in from the comfort of dry land or grab a paddleboard and head out onto the water.

Side note for people with a sweet tooth (like myself): Switzerland is the home of chocolate. Do with this information what you will.

6. Seychelles for Beaches

The Seychelles are the definition of paradise islands. White sand, impossibly turquoise water, coconut palms, year-round sunshine—this archipelago ticks all the boxes. While there are 115 islands in the Seychelles altogether, you will spend most of your time on the three main islands: Mahé, Praslin and La Digue.

On Praslin, you will find the UNESCO World Heritage Vallée de Mai, a nature reserve known for its outstanding beauty. Here, you can walk under the giant leaves of the endemic coco de mer palm trees and listen to the cries of the rare black parrots.

There are no bad choices when exploring the Seychelles.

Looking for some peace and quiet? La Digue is almost free of motorized vehicles—and roads for that matter. The best way to explore the island is on two wheels. Cycle across the little island to the Veuve Nature Reserve and see if you can spot the Seychelles Black Paradise Flycatcher, one of the rarest birds in the world.

One requirement of a trip to the Seychelles is at least one (but probably more) day spent on the beach. Anse Coco on La Digue, Anse Intendance on Mahé and Anse Georgette on Praslin are among the most pristine thanks to their pearl white sand and notable lack of trash. Honestly, though, any beach you choose will be amazing.

7. Estonia for City Fun and Spa Treatments

In July, Estonia’s temperature is utterly delightful and there is very little rain. On top of that, due to its northerly location, the month of July bears witness to virtually 24-hour sunshine. If you’re looking for adventure in Estonia, there’s no better time of year to visit.

Start your vacation by getting to grips with the capital: Tallinn. At its center is a city cut through with narrow streets and enclosed by towering medieval walls. Check out the town square and climb the 115 steps within the tower attached to the town hall for just a couple of euros—from here you’ll get a panoramic view over the capital.

Gorgeous views of Old Tallinn.

Now it’s time to head out of the city to Pärnu, Estonia’s summer capital. During the warmer months, this town is packed with people looking for spa mud treatments and beach time. It is the kind of place you go to stroll through parks and take it easy.

You can also use Pärnu as a springboard to explore the Soomaa National Park. This comprises predominantly bog and swampland, but it’s super pretty, I promise.

There are various trails that wind through the park. There’s also a boardwalk that runs over the top of the swamp. The Beaver Trail is the best route if you want to spot wildlife. This includes elk, foxes, lynx and, you guessed it, beavers.

It is a cardinal sin to spend your whole summer in the office. This year, treat yourself to a break from the mundane and seek out an adventure overseas. You’ll come back refreshed, rejuvenated and ready to bore all of your friends with traveling stories.

Which of these places has you frantically packing to get away?

READ MORE: 11 U.S. National Parks That Are Ripe for Adventure

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dharmalivingit · 6 years

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The Wings of Trust

Copenhagen Airport. No, I do not get on that plane. I do not know how I survived that flight from Estonia to Copenhagen just now. An overall sensation of being imprisoned, suffocated, stressed, too much adrenaline, too much heart beat, not enough air to breath, cold sweat and a shaking body. There is no way how I am going to go through this again. I did not get on that plane. I left the transit area. I abandoned my luggage. Sending it all alone further on to Germany.

Only my little black bag is with me. Enough to survive. It is summer anyway. I have some food, a book, music and my little pillow. I made my way to the railway station, got some Danish money from the ATM, queued in front of the ticket counter with some 100 other travellers. Are they stranded like me? At that time there was no smartphone, no apps, no mobile internet to check train connections. An international train connection, that is what I need now. The memories of taking this night train are sweet and warm, adventurous and relaxing. A feeling of an unknown but very cosy freedom. In a gentle way I am happy and at ease. Young backpackers from all over the world are on the train, partying all night long, but my compartment is quiet. I crouch up in my upper berth. Noises from the train mix with the music in my headphones. Only my little black bag is with me, but I have everything I need.

It was only later that it dawned on me that I had lost something that night. I lost my ability to trust. For the following years I led the life of a secretly disabled person. Almost no one knew about my fear of flying, I bypassed easily all situations that would make me board a plane. Our camper van was the perfect excuse why all holidays were spent on four wheels instead of two wings. Prices for flight tickets had risen immeasurably, you know. And, of course, flying is considered harmful to the environment. So I rather do not fly. I rather hide my anxiety behind morally and socially acceptable arguments.

Flying was not part of my life anymore, so most of the time I could ignore my shame and helplessness with what happened that day in Copenhagen. Yet deep inside, I was desperate because I lost my light-heartedness together with my old Me that had frequently travelled back and forth in Europe, and that had regularly taken long-distance flights to almost all the continents ever since I was a child, sleeping through turbulences and thunderstorms wrapped in confidence.

However, the more I avoided the aerial turbulences, the more I got shaken up here on earth. Having two feet on the ground is no guarantee to be safe and sound. Life taught me that I cannot control its swings and turns. In the course of a few years life took away my loved ones and many illusions. I felt literally shaken and stirred. It hurts to get ripped off things that one considered to be stable and secure. While I avoided to board an aircraft, I could – luckily – not refuse to be on board of life. I was weary but slowly something new was born. I started to open up for this, I dared to follow my calling to the North. And my life unfolded in a miraculously way. Then, exactly six years after Copenhagen, I got this knowing that now is the time. I bought my flight ticket.

Gate A36. Boarding time. Destination: Norway. I am home-bound. Some sensations of excitement shower through my body. Yet I still feel comfortable. In a couple of minutes we are about to take off. I realize that I have wings of trust. I realize I can fly.

Some tools and techniques help me to calm myself. The plane is vibrating, the engine is loud, some trembles can be felt where the skin touches the seat. In that moment the words ‘shaken and stirred’ pop up in my mind, reminding me of the time when everything was collapsing in and around me. Now I deeply understand the truth of how this desperation and depression was actually something very positive, something very healing and badly needed to propel me onwards and into my life in Norway. All of a sudden my synapses click in into this new connection. Disturbances do not mean danger. Disturbances promote development.

Relaxation spreads through my whole system as this conscious shift of my mindset happens. That’s it. The wobbly movements of the aircraft do not frighten me anymore. The pressure of acceleration is taking its seat on my chest, but I can bear it without panicking. My heart rate is within a tolerable range. I even dare to take a glimpse out of the window. I have cut through the curtain. I am able to fly again. When the pilot then announces the landing, I am eager to watch the landscape far down and fearlessly enjoy being so high up in the air.

May all have the courage to fly. (Vasant Swaha, Satsang March 5, 2018)

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Text & Photo by Rachana

Rachana loves trees and snow and dogs. After long travels she now lives not far away from Hedalen. Being a sannyasin gives her the love and the energy to start being creative and make life more beautiful.

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topfygad · 5 years

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Where to Travel in July: The Best Adventure Destinations Around the World

July means getting outside and absorbing some of that much-needed vitamin D. If it means pausing your Netflix marathon, then so be it.

With that in mind, go find the settings in your email and select the “automated” email option. Write something along the lines of, “I’m out of the office on vacation, so leave me alone.”

Hire a dog sitter if you must—I’m sure your best buddy owes you for something. Reschedule any appointments; they can wait. And then go stock up on some sunscreen.

1. Vancouver, Canada for Urban and Outdoor Adventures

Vancouver is the kind of city that has everything, and July is the perfect time to enjoy it all. The sun is out and the notoriously rainy city is at its driest.

View of the Stawamus Chief in Squamish. Worth it!

2. Mongolia for Off-the-Beaten Track Travel

Mongolia is the Wild West of Asia. It has the lowest population density of any country in the world (just 1 person per square mile) and is home to one of the last groups of nomadic people.

Unearthly Mongolian landscape.

3. Lofoten Islands for Adventure

Incredible views around the Lofoten Islands

4. Belize for Great Diving

In July, the temperature hovers around the low to mid-80s and, while this is technically the rainy season, it is one of the better months to travel.

Belize’s insanely blue waters is reason enough to visit, no? | Photo Credit: MaxPixel

5. Switzerland for Mountain Hiking

July is the most beautiful and happiest time of the year to visit.

These views though! Is there a bad view in Switzerland?

Side note for people with a sweet tooth (like myself): Switzerland is the home of chocolate. Do with this information what you will.

6. Seychelles for Beaches

There are no bad choices when exploring the Seychelles.

7. Estonia for City Fun and Spa Treatments

Gorgeous views of Old Tallinn.

You can also use Pärnu as a springboard to explore the Soomaa National Park. This comprises predominantly bog and swampland, but it’s super pretty, I promise.

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Where to Travel in July: The Best Adventure Destinations Around the World

July means getting outside and absorbing some of that much-needed vitamin D. If it means pausing your Netflix marathon, then so be it.

With that in mind, go find the settings in your email and select the “automated” email option. Write something along the lines of, “I’m out of the office on vacation, so leave me alone.”

Hire a dog sitter if you must—I’m sure your best buddy owes you for something. Reschedule any appointments; they can wait. And then go stock up on some sunscreen.

1. Vancouver, Canada for Urban and Outdoor Adventures

Vancouver is the kind of city that has everything, and July is the perfect time to enjoy it all. The sun is out and the notoriously rainy city is at its driest.

View of the Stawamus Chief in Squamish. Worth it!

2. Mongolia for Off-the-Beaten Track Travel

Mongolia is the Wild West of Asia. It has the lowest population density of any country in the world (just 1 person per square mile) and is home to one of the last groups of nomadic people.

Unearthly Mongolian landscape.

3. Lofoten Islands for Adventure

Incredible views around the Lofoten Islands

4. Belize for Great Diving

In July, the temperature hovers around the low to mid-80s and, while this is technically the rainy season, it is one of the better months to travel.

Belize’s insanely blue waters is reason enough to visit, no? | Photo Credit: MaxPixel

5. Switzerland for Mountain Hiking

July is the most beautiful and happiest time of the year to visit.

These views though! Is there a bad view in Switzerland?

Side note for people with a sweet tooth (like myself): Switzerland is the home of chocolate. Do with this information what you will.

6. Seychelles for Beaches

There are no bad choices when exploring the Seychelles.

7. Estonia for City Fun and Spa Treatments

Gorgeous views of Old Tallinn.

You can also use Pärnu as a springboard to explore the Soomaa National Park. This comprises predominantly bog and swampland, but it’s super pretty, I promise.

Which of these places has you frantically packing to get away?

READ MORE: 11 U.S. National Parks That Are Ripe for Adventure

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