mythokens

All that rests me is packing a tiny little bag to go to China, bring next to nothing and leave everything behind. Let go of everything and everybody.

Going off the grid.

A local quote is “same, same but different”. It is on the tshirt of the chique massageschool I do not go to. Now I have found an amazing room where I may stay for the next two weeks. As I lay on my kingsize bed, the mopeds outside are growling and together producing the only lack this town has: pollution.

Chiang Mai is paradise besides this ecological issue. I like to walk through the streets, drinking my fresh coconut, listening to the chants of the many Buddhist temples here. As I let my eyes rest on any person a smile spontaneously erupts on their faces, the sun here shines inside and out.

I am Here. And I am staying the next couple of weeks and months. Finally working on a goal that I can see clearly, that is becoming of me. Learning Thai massage and bodywork.

Now the dragon is here. Waving its mighty tail. I experience myself as Asian more and more. My heritage feels like a bright jewel shining in the dark.

The smoke makes beautiful patterns, dancing as earth towards heaven. Prayers and intentions within the dance, within the song that the smell brings forth upon the lips of the beloved.

Red sky of the prosperous New Year as I kissed the earth with my body. The sun sets. Be like the sun at midday. Fall down gracefully, be in grace with both the waxing and the waning.

All of life has a cycle, a pattern, we arose from that pattern. From the nature we were born, the life we are given shall go down into the ground again. What goes up must go down. In Thai they speak of age going down when speaking of growing older.

We are at best a conscious part of the circle of life, in the center, shin, the periphery are all the experiences we have of body, feeling and mind.

Talk means nothing. “Talk does not cook the rice” the Chinese say. Practice. “No thinking!” as my ancient Thai massage teacher will say.

Doing. Being. Life is too precious.

My love, my life. Art. The summit of nature, that all may endure and enjoy the artistic quality of residing in a human body and creating beauty, depth, expression. Healing is an art.