Why is it that women were considered witches if they knew anything about plants? Well, all I can wonder at is how amazing are the twists and turns of this travelling life. Everyday completely dashes any hopes of plans and makes me realize how useless thinking about the future and past really is.
I now find myself staying on a college/organic farm outside Chiang Rai, a few hours north of Chiang Mai at the pinnacle of Thailand and the junction between Laos and Myanmar. Somehow I think I stumbled upon a herbal medicine/massage guru who miraculously is eager to dispel all of the eastern wisdom to little old me. I have surrendered myself to his teachings and am giving thai massages every day and we take long walks and he picks plants and meticulously explains all of their medicinal properties and shows me how to make poultices and herbal balls out of them. It’s a dream come true. I’m also practicing more and more mindfulness and finding it much easier in the quiet crucket-fueled hum of the country, walking bare-footed in the dewy grass ablaze soley by the peaceful glow of the moon.
I feel truly blessed to be having this experience.
