Back again, mostly

Well. Thailand certainly does have it’s moments.  Like climbing endless stairs, lotus flowers in hand, to visit a buddhist temple with thousands of Thai students. Like chaotic tuk-tuk rides, careening around corners like a wind-up toy gone awry. Like the night markets with their endless lit stalls. Like the street food everywhere, with it’s myriad smells and textures (mmmm…fried banana). Like the lethargic dogs, their panting bodies draped over the sidewalks of Bankok, sleeping in the heat.  Like incense burning in front of the spirit houses in the morning. Like the high hum of cicadas at night, near the Burmese border. Like seeing a white lotus flower as big as my head. Like the sudden afternoon downpour after a muggy, 100 degree morning. Like sipping many, many iced teas with my sweetie.  Like chasing hundreds of toads around outside our bungalow at night. Don’t even get me started on the curries.

 

spirit house

spirit house

Now, if only I could get back into the swing of things here.  I arrived home a week ago, but it seems as if pieces of my self are still arriving, like little packages to be unpacked. Slowly, slowly, I’ve been coming back to earth, back to my routines. Yesterday I spent some time in my studio, preparing some new panels for painting. The day after I got back from my trip, I delivered some pieces to a gallery in San Francisco for a group encaustic show there.  I’ll have the info for you all very soon…..

And now, I’m off for some 4th of July and birthday celebrations with my family. Happy 4th to you all.


3 thoughts on “Back again, mostly

  1. mark

    “I arrived home a week ago, but it seems as if pieces of my self are still arriving, like little packages to be unpacked.”

    what a perfect way to articulate the sensation of returning home from an intense cultural experience in another land. i experienced the same sort of thing returning from japan both times, and i find some of those little packages continue to arrive to my door years later.

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  2. mark

    “I arrived home a week ago, but it seems as if pieces of my self are still arriving, like little packages to be unpacked.”

    what a perfect way to articulate the sensation of returning home from an intense cultural experience of another land. i experienced the same sort of thing returning from japan both times, and i find some of those little packages continue to arrive to my door years later.

    Reply
  3. haynesbe

    Welcome home!! Typical of our busy lives I haven’t seen you yet, but look forward to hearing of your adventures.
    Beth

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