Autumnal sunshine transports me back to memories of Pai. The infamous mountain town in northern Thailand that my friends and I have appropriately nicknamed 'the land of the lotus eaters'. Many people came and never left. Opened restaurants and made families. Melded into the easy ways of a mountain town. Past lives were forgotten and left behind as these travelers enmeshed themselves in the vibrant sunsets, rich food, and the not-so-subtle cornucopia of 'mood enhancers'.
I'm left with these memories of this beautiful and grounded town. Where yoga & music & camping & atypical diets are the norm.
It felt like a piece of my soul, a home I had envisioned countless times in my own mind, a place where I felt free & adventurous, connected & appreciated, full of love & wide-eyed.
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As a child I daydreamed about living in the endless woods behind my house. The notion of living with the land and creatures, to be enveloped in the greatness of Mother Earth, gripped me and sparked my imagination.
My family instilled these values in me and I was lucky to spent many weekends camping, fishing, and canoeing with my family. Highlights of my childhood consisted of: watching my father build fires, return the smaller fish back into the river, and teach me how to canoe; my mother, a petite and powerful woman showing me how to pitch a tent and gently appreciate all creatures from bull frogs and salamanders to deer and foxes; convincing my step-dad to help me build a teepee in the flush forest behind my house, where well-worn Mexican blankets covered the small circular dirt floor and just outside of the teepee entrance I carefully shaped old bricks into a makeshift fireplace.
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It's been a month since I returned home from a year in Thailand. My homecoming was emotional, full of reunions, shocks of cultural differences
, and the foreign sensation of stability that only "home" can provide. I spent the first few weeks continuing my adventure by exchanging my 70 liter backpack for my lavender duffel bag, plane tickets for the Greyhound, and a constant companion for traveling solo. My fears of coming home
to stagnation were most certainly cured by days filled with traveling, visiting loved ones, celebrating graduations, or the overwhelming task of unpacking. However, I soon began to notice a pattern in my swarm of activities: they were non-stop. Continue reading "Heart Shine"
Saturday April 5, 2014
Long Beach, Koh Lanta, Thailand
I am walking along the beach, waves kiss my toes. I soak in the humid breeze, my nostrils devouring the thick scent of life. It rained today. The waves were tempestuous to the untrained eye, savage. But the sea, she matched my mood. Powerfully restless. Moving quickly, gracefully, yet some think she is erratic or dangerous. Do I?
I trust her.
The sea and I, we are one, sharing similar restlessness and depth, anticipation and power, fear and freedom. I let her lap me up in her white-tipped arms and welcome me home.