i have a soft spot for Asia.
i was just 18 the first time
i packed a backpack with
youthful optimism and went to the Philippines
i was following my "calling."
i left behind
my parents, whom i sure were worried sick,
my highschool sweetheart,
the life i understood and knew well,
and i carried myself
believing that i was changing the world
and making a difference.
what i am reminded of,
having just returned
and spending white sand beach wandering time
i needed Asia
much more than Asia needed me.
there is an optimism
that permeates the people
i have encoutered on both trips.
smiles that crack faces open,
time spent in realationship,
rather than in busyness.
there is little complaint heard
laughter, good natured teasing and communal living
is the norm.
grateful for the reminders of the good life
i saw while i was there.
i am richer for the experience
all experiences that we allow ourselves to dive into make for so much heart stretching.
joy filling. mind expanding. soul softening.
my love for this culture
the little i understand of it
(if only the food and i liked each other, but that's another day's story)