Heart Posture

I write this with the hopes of inspiring more than just your travel plans.​

Somewhere near Chinatown

It quite clear that I have travelled to some unbeknownst places and have been able to capture some extraordinary photos, friends, and bruises along the way. The way I have gotten on these planes are an almagation of factors that are beyond mine or your control but the way I experience these places and get those photos are through a set of survival preparations, tricks, adaptations, and mutations easy enough to adopt.

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Golden Mount

  

Lotus fruit

Late nights in a Thai bar

In combination with my youthful frugality, my socialism, and guidance from God himself, the biggest factor that tows me down unpaved roads and to unseen heavens is my over-eagerness to say yes. With politeness and safety at the forefront of my mind, “yes” is following close behind. It opens doors and it gets you off your feet. It’s gets your sweaty, dirty, smelling, and laughing loudly. I can’t remember a single memory inside air conditioning that I prize as much as I do running through pineapple fields, meeting baby cows, or letting red pepper spicy noodles drip down my chin in the hot sun.

I take that seed and spread it digitally by the handfuls. I hope it grows and helps your feet harden and hair tangle and skin scab.

Sidewalk shoemaker near Khao San

Writing is hard when life here has been moving so fast, all one can do is simply attempt to catch every moment, make the most of the limited time left. I'm faced with the external battle of saying "Yes!" and jumping headfirst into this culture and at the same time taking enough moments that enable me to really sit in the contentment and amazement and the fucking tidalwave of it all, letting it hit me, letting me be consumed by emotions. It's like running and writing poetry at once, or trying to hold onto a speeding train at the same time as feeling amazed by it--impossible when you have a perceptively more urgent need to focus on holding on. Am I even making sense right now?

Wat Ratchanadaram                                                                                 Erawan Museum

Erawan Museum

 

 

 

I cannot wait to look back on this one day and appreciate how recklessly lost and alive I am to be utterly confused and mesmerized by it all at once. 

 

trying my best.