Fly. This is where it really began to resonate.
During my stay at Terelj National Park in Mongolia we visited a meditation temple by horse back. Leaving the horses tethered outside the spiritual site beyond this gate we walked up to the temple, taking our time to read the boards that flanked both sides of the pathway leading up to the temple. About half way up we reached a small sheltered pergola with a spinning wheel in the centre of it and a numbered dial on the ceiling. Our honcho Uka motioned to us to each take a turn spinning the wheel to see which number we all got, which would then correlate to one of the boards along the path up to the temple. Doing as she said I spun, landing on number 137.
I don’t entirely know what it means, but I appreciate what I think I take away from it none the less. The path up to temple was part of the experience, preparing one for what was to come when you reached the temple itself. All of the boards, the words, the scenery, the nature, the colours, the rickety bridge crossing over the gully below, the paintings on the high up stone walls of the valley and the stairs, all before you reach the decorated exterior of the temple.
Surrounded by so many stimuli, every little detail of the site made you think and appreciate, opening your mind up to endless possibilities, challenging you to consider so much and yet simultaneously think of nothing. Quiet, nestled in the most perfect of remote valleys, with nothing but wonder and nature surrounding me, I entered the temple. Whether my eyes were wide absorbing all of the coloured detail around me, or closed in happy harmony, I was at complete peace. I do meditate and I enjoy it immensely. In a place like this it was something else though. The journey up to the temple had prepared my mind to appreciate before I had even realised just how impressive the place I would be was. I not only let go from where I was inside the temple, I was able to imagine myself outside of the walls flying high above the valley just outside, a place to me; perfectly untouched in a state very rare to come by in the modern world. The possibilities were endless and I felt free, happy and perfectly at peace. It was simply the most incredible meditation experience I have had to date. Once I was content with the amount of time I spent inside the temple (and because I was weary that the boys, who hadn’t come in, were waiting for me outside with Uka) I went out onto the patio surrounding the temple and sat with them, overlooking the valley in front of us. We then descended to our horses via a second pathway, surrounded by wild flowers at whose roots were wild potatoes which, with a little dust to remove the dirt, we tried. 
From Melbourne she flies 