I called this blog, "The Journey Home" and the phrase underneath reads, "Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore." Now I'm off for a 21-day Vipassana meditation retreat wondering if the time will support the "knocking away" of Oz's screen separating Truth from illusion. Or whether it's simply an illusion and fantasy to think that a meditation retreat will help in that quest. And of course laughing at myself, knowing that a core Buddhist teaching is that any hope/craving simply leads to increased suffering; this moment is all we have.
Below is a picture of me and Lek, me in my monastery whites.
Afternoon visitors to our guesthouse today included:
Mr. Kaz, an artist from Japan who spends his winters here;
Zulu, a Hungarian Thai Massage practitioner who lives here in Chiang Mai; and Christine, a Korean-Australian who's been on the road travelling and working for many years.
Notice the Chinese New Year decorations hanging on the front porch of the guesthouse.
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It's always great to see your photos, Tammy, and hear tidbits of Thailand!
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