Wednesday, March 27, 2013

A Visit Home

arkun=thank you in Cambodian

For a few days now, I've been under the weather, the weather which keeps changing and holding on to itself. I never worry about winter lasting too long in NY because what it leaves in its wake are the tough little sprouts, who wend their way up no matter what they think is happening up there and they stumble out color and bloom so gracefully, you'd think it was a surprise ballet.

The backyard now, in this still new feeling apartment of a year and quarter, is all the way on the other side of the basement door, three flights down. I was doing laundry the other day and opened the door on it and all these bulbs were psst-ing at me, "Take me upstairs! Let me bloom before your very eyes!" So I did that and look at what happened! I might have missed it otherwise since I don't do laundry nearly often enough.

The rest of the winter we are lucky to have a lot of sun and if I were around often enough I'd appreciate the sunny-ness of it all, producing vines and plants that otherwise only come around in summer. So I am thankful for that when I visit these rooms and these old photographs and our cats and the old pine cones with wintry connotations that I threw out the window hoping they'd assist something else out there, and the blossoms I stole from the garden which quickly blossomed in front of me and us and our Spring-like capabilities. 

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Cambodia Blessings

We just returned from a very inspiring trip to Cambodia. Exploring around the temples of Angkor, we were lucky for many reasons: the opportunity to come to the place we only had in our dreams for many years, the opportunity to observe, opportunities to receive and count blessings, to think about what is real, what will happen, what might not, what doesn't matter anyway.

When you visit a country with such a wealth in it's history of intense grandeur, arts and spiritual depth, combined with the terror and confusion and guilt, with still so much of it's past to come to terms with, we found out it is possible to be very rooted in the present, to connect with everylovelyone we met, and hopeful with possibility. How do you let all of this out of your suitcase when you get home? How do you bring any of it with you?