Sunday, July 1, 2012
Only home isn't Texas any longer. All my worldly belongings are divided and scattered across the globe. Some on a container that will arrive in South East Asia after a month long journey across the sea. Another quarter somewhere in a temperature controlled storage unit in Houston. A combination of large suitcases and duffle bags sit in the living room of a loved one in the Heights. And, the rest of my collection is with me, here in Chiang Mai, Thailand.
As I reflect on how this trip has affected me through journaling and planning the next installment of retreats, I am struck by my absolute exhaustion. 6 flights to arrive, 26 days thus far, countless moments of insight, joy, sadness, and even despair.
The warmth and rain in this city, make me feel as if I am moving through liquid air. My stomach feels the abuse of eating too many delicious fruits and stall foods, my heart feels the the tug of being away from loved ones, and my body feels tight and loose at the same time from alternating between yoga and giving and receiving massage.
stillness. How can they? Nor do they know how tired they really are."
In a few days time, I will trade in this slow dance for a quick step into Houston traffic, blistering heat, children and more rounds of goodbyes. But the "me" that will arrive is not the same "me" that left in early June. I am transformed by the Thai culture and people scattered along my path.
Most people do not see the world as magical. How can I bottle the enthralling, timeless energy of this place and the beauty of the people and carry it with me? A Chinese friend once said to me "good friend never part in mind". The same is true of a place. Chiang Mai influenced me in ways that I could never plan even with the most elaborate of agendas and will remain a part of me.
As much as I love Texas and Thailand, I feel home is no longer a place. It is found in the people I love. This is where my soul resides.
Posted by Melissa at 5:10 AM