“It is in the wild places, where the edge of the earth meets the corners of the sky,
the human spirit is fed…” Art Wolfe
Paths That Lead In and Out
Paths leave Swara quietly, shaped by footfall and time.
Some slip into forest. Others toward open sky.
A turn in the path, a change in light,
the sound of water moving somewhere below.
You don’t need to go far.
For the land will meet you where you are.
At first light, birdsong.
Time stretches. Movement stirs.
There are short walks for smaller feet.
Longer paths that wind through distant villages.
Some trails are taken together
Others unfold in solitude.
Paths are many, each finding its place within your days.
If your steps lead beyond the village and surrounding hills,
we can help you continue further up,
towards Mardi Himal, Khopra Danda, or Annapurna Base Camp.
Within the Land
Winter 7.30pm
We have been rooted to the earth in a way in which that hour between dusk and dawn awaits quiet, for rest and recuperation. Time seems to stop. But at the darkest hour, the throbbing that hums beneath our feet surfaces above the tranquillity. For the nocturnal, it is an opening of portals to mischief and play…
Summer Rain 6pm
The vault above released its clench and rain poured and the land reclaimed life. The plants drank deeply from its generous offerings and thrived again. The creatures emerged from hibernation, their thirst quenched and their moods lifted. The cycle of life continues its eternal rhythm…
Autumn 5.30am
It’s just the lull of your breath and quietude, a catch of ethereal etching in the sky, a canvas caught in yellow, orange, gold and everything in between… in verticality, there soar black granite faces baring its stoicness, and beyond the bare towers there lies the ice-queens…
Spring 10am
Upon metamorphosis, their green younglings eat their way, carving hieroglyphic perforations into the spinach. Then the goats left astray, hoofing their way into the patch to chew on the mottled leaves, now congregated with very hungry caterpillars.
Twilight
Darker forests lay beyond a few strides from the earth walls, harbouring a solitary tiger that hunts for a desperate feed from time to time – a dog or a calf or a deer. It is often shared how piercing the gaze of the majestic mammal…
Monsoon 5am
Into the roots of life and veins of blood,
Swelling the paddy terraces, overfilled,
Giving birth to some, bestowing death to others.
Finding routes of release
To flow, down and down,
“The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot” Werner Herzog