View from atop Wat Phra That Doi Suthep, Chiang Mai’s most visited Buddhist temple.
I’ve just returned from vacation in Singapore and Thailand, and though I’m happy to be back, some part of me is still in a far off place.
Maybe it’s the jet lag or maybe it’s the balm of living without email, news and Trump for several glorious days, but my world is moving much slower.
I’m worrying less, strolling my neighborhood more and prioritizing time with friends.
This is a much different pace than where I was 10 days ago.
October danced a strange and exotic combination that moved quickly. I’m just now catching my breath.
My friend Sophie and I share a birthday. It was one big cheerful party with, naturally, two cakes.
I’ve been traveling
My mind and body wandering to near and far off places
It’s been, exciting, good and lonely
And now I am home and feel more of the same
During a week of dharma art I discovered sun-crisped brown palm leaves, feather dusters, spiky flower shoots and a pumpkin-colored potato masher. Some of these tools were swirled in black ink and freely applied to pristine butcher block. Their darkened bodies splattered, dripped and snaked leaving curious and unexpected trails. Myself and others stood back, appraised our efforts and rode feelings of appreciation, disdain and indifference.
Art was born, some great, some greater, some greatest.