from the bangkok post...
"child, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all morning!
i smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig.
i am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour.
perhaps you glance at me and think, 'what a stupid game to spoil your morning with!'
child, i have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies.
i seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver.
with whatever you find you create your glad games.
i spend both time and my strength over things i can never obtain.
in my frail cause i struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that i too am playing a game."
by: rabindranath tagore, the crescent moon
About Me
- Jessa
- 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...
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