Mongolian skies are like no other

I believe that there is something very special about the Mongolian skies. Out of all of the countries I’ve been to, the skies in Mongolia are the most memorable. They are vast. They are the most perfect color blue. Even when they get angry and dark, they are perfection. They make me feel small.

And the clouds…well, I could stare at them all day.

The clouds hang from the sky as if they are on strings like a mobile above a baby crib hanging from the heavens. They have such depth and dimension you feel like you can reach out and touch them. In fact, these Mongolian cloudscapes feel beyond three dimensions, they feel like they have an added element of space-time to them.

As I drive through Mongolia and look out my window it feels like therapy. Some people go to ashrams in India, some people climb mountains in Nepal, and some people go sailing across oceans to find their Zen and peace; but for me my Zen is Mongolia. All I have to do it look at the landscapes, the gers, the wild horses, and the skies and I’m there – peace.

Perfect