Saturday morning, I was engaged in the humility of the Mekong River - the fleet of the early traders, the ease of the breeze with its warm rays, and this hat I imagined myself in. Which, I did own! It’s a hat with marks of military victory, so loved by this boatman. Yet he impressed me more than his smiles and patience. He, after all, handed me this, with much enthusiasm for sharing and letting go.
This hat has been the heart of that weekend. Selfless. We all must be. Cam on, Vietnam!
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" She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for Geisha to want. It is not for geisha to feel. Geisha is an artist of the floating world. She dances, she sings. She entertains you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. " - Memoirs of Geisha Education and poverty don't go together. They have a very long history of hardships. Two centuries in fact. Their forefathers were resettled here in this town of tea plantation workers. A place they could not call their own. As I was walking around town, these children were asking for something. I did not understand at first. They wanted my pen. They were so happy when I handed that pen I had for filling my immigration papers with. Glad I could make some kids happy.
Coming back from the trip I then realized. That pen could be the closest thing they could have to an education. How many pens have I lost and did not even care to search for them? How much blessings do I receive each day and not realize someone on the other side of the world is missing out on? Count your blessings. Share them! |