Trust in the goodness of life

The landscape of Kerala is very beautiful. I walk on picturesque streets. Many wind their way through small palm forests and through beautifully landscaped rice fields. Diverse views are offered to the eye. The monsoon is coming to an end - it hardly rains any more. At a great rock lake, I risk spending a night without a canopy. After a few hours it promptly begins to rain. The bags are protected under the large umbrella; I wrap myself and the mats in a large plastic sheet. The next morning the sun is shining. Occasionally men come to the lake, jump into the water, soap themselves on the bank, jump back into the water. There are many ponds here. Every day you see people washing clothes or soaping themselves up there. I also refresh then myself for a few minutes. It rains again briefly in one night - again I have to take refuge under a temple roof with my things. The remaining nights stay dry. It is now easier to find somewhere to sleep. The disadvantage of this independence is ...

  I was not checked at the border crossing, the motocycle driver takes me across the river and lets me get off in the town on the other side. - I give him a present and tell him that he has just done something indescribably good and that he became an angel for me. I can't believe this situation. A moment ago I was ready to accept a situation with the most unpleasant consequences - I made inner peace with possible disappointments. And now this wonderful solution is happening ... everything is suddenly fine. Does a certain law exist? Perhaps this: If we are internally ready to let our expectations go and instead freely and confidently accept the inner reality within us, then a deeper knot dissolves. This purification works outwards and does things that could easily be called miracles. A few minutes later, this encouraging experience is put to the test. Another border crossing post appears. But - ??   Again the fear contracts in me - not as strong as before. The border gu...

I seem to be twice as lucky: I didn't get lost in the tricky search for the uncontrolled border crossing and a motorcyclist has just offered to take me to the place where you come across the quiet back road to Kerala between the mountain ranges. The road looks perfect. I walk the beautiful path with confidence and enjoyment. It's getting hot. A small van stops and offers to take me to the official border crossing. "Under no circumstance!" I reject the nicely meant offer. I can't risk being approached to show my vaccination card. After three hours the first signs of a village appear. I hope to be in Kerala already. But: At the intersection there are not only roadblocks, but four border officials control the traffic. How I feel? - Very disappointed. All my fearful indoor theater and the attempts to solve the problem with tricks - in vain! There is a tea stand at the corner. I sit in the shade, drink milk tea and watch how the border guards check certain ve...

It is said that when entering Kerala you have to show a confirmation of the double vaccination - I don't have it. Like a smuggler, I look at Google Maps, where there are small side roads with border crossings that are hopefully not controlled. It is risky because there is a tiger reserve in this mountainous area.  I'll make good progress by evening. When looking for a place to sleep, I run into women again, who use loud, powerful voices to signal to me that I should go away quickly. For today I don't feel anymore like asking for a sheltered place to sleep. But there has to be something covered because the rainy season is not over yet.  When it is almost dark, the entrance to a property appears, at the end of which there is a house with a canopy. I go there, look and call to see if anyone is there. There is a car and a bike, but the building does not seem to be inhabited. I'll wait another half hour. Since nobody comes, I prepare the sleeping place in the light of the f...