I like maps. And guidebooks. And, you know, books of instructions.
They make me feel like the world is a safer place because it has been documented.
We have a ridiculous number of photos of me consulting maps – in Paris, in London, in Melbourne. In the Melbourne Aquarium. I mean, really. A map? To navigate the aquarium? Yes. I did. And I made my poor, long-suffering husband do it too.
Another thing I keep reminding myself of right now: how many migrants have come to these shores before me. And survived. And prospered. There is even a flashy monument with the numbers of people who have come from Eritrea, Macedonia, everywhere. And a museum. I have visited the monument, but not the museum yet. Soon.
It’s like Mr Desikachar says in his translation of the Yoga Sutra (yes, the one I almost always consult):
When we are confronted with problems, the counsel of someone who has mastered similar problems can be a great help.YS 1.37
Such counsel can come directly from a living person or from the study of someone alive or dead.
It’s all yoga. Even the difficult stuff. Especially the difficult stuff, actually.