“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” ~ Henry Miller
So here I am, on holidays. My morning started early, as always, with meditation. Bangkok is the kind of place that starts late and finishes as I am waking up. So at 6am I was roaming the almost empty streets, which smelled of charcoal braziers, jasmine and rotting vegetation. Robed monks fed stray dogs in the laneway behind my hotel, and sleepy-eyed locals on their way to work stopped at the many shrines to give offerings and say prayers.
Breakfast might be my favourite meal. Fresh fruit, salad and grilled vegetables, pickles and rice, a little egg or meat. Steaming hot tea. All served with gentle smiles.
I feel so at home here. Already I can feel myself relaxing, unwinding and reconnecting to the lost bits of me.
Today has been a day of wandering to get my bearings. Markets, street food, shopping, massages. And of course, prayers and meditation at a local temple.
Here’s a sample of Bangkok through my eyes…