"i would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding."
— john o'donohue
Friday, August 31, 2007
honoring the ancestors....praying for the living
looking down on seokguram grotto and out at the east sea. there were hundreds of lanterns waving in the breeze....the white lanterns are for the dead....to honor the ancestors....the colorful ones are prayers for the living.
2007-2008: ...and so, for her thirtieth year, she is embarking upon a pilgrimage abroad...teaching english at a university in south korea, making her way to ancient buddhist temples nestled high in the mountains where monks and nuns rise early to chant and pray, relying on the kindness of strangers and a lightness of heart, and meeting challenges and fears along the way that she is ever-so-ready to befriend.
2008-2009: ...and now, for a second year, she is returning to korea....to her high rise sanctuary and an abundance of red pepper paste...to a vibrant, growing community of friends, students and colleagues...to not a day going by without some measure of surprise and unexpected kindness.
herein lies her journey...