Title: corecries

Gender: Female

Location: Vawee, Chiang Rai

It was a slowmotion moment.

Sometimes times does that.
When beauty is encountered, time slows down and passes through me in slow grace.

Can you envision this?

A green valley and the fog lifting from a heavy rainy night, obscuring the massive mountains in the background.
4 people walking on winding rustycoloured dirtroads,- passing garlic rice and cornfields.
We are for the most part dressed in green blending in with the surroundings and Ryan is running with us with his nose in and out of exciting new scents.

Christian , among his many green bags, has a guitar over his shoulder.
Its morning, fresh and the river is running strong beside us.
We pass a little corner and there is a small thatched house there.

A dark tanned young woman is bending over a basil bush, picking leaves for breakfast. She is wearing a bright pink singlet, and timidly holds it towards her skin, the proper thai way, not to show anything as she bends down.

This is where time slows, the act slows, and turns into something  holy.
The woman, tanned and pink against the green valley and the thatched house. Bright green leaves in her hand against the pink.
The act of picking what you grow yourself.
Growing herbs,plants and vegetables myself, I know what satisfaction it gives to harvest them.
To being able to supply small things needed.
Its beautiful.

Parts of the mountains show as the fog drifts, a slight wind brushes my cheeks, Ryan looks back and locks his eyes with mine.
A bird glides by in black and white.

It is this, the wholeness of the situation, walking along the road in good harmony with good people. No rush, not many words, and the spectacular beauty unfolding around us.
My heart is filled, and the fullness of the moment comes around the little bend in the road…..'Good morning, where are you going?'

Moments like this, when joy is present and bursting.
These are moment I have prayed I could share. Could transfer directly.
If only one could.
Words are insufficient, but I try.
I can only scrape the surface of their vastness..

and what I planned to write, what I wished to convey, thinking about as we drove to town in an overfull bus, has left me. Well half of it anyway.

Some pictures stays in memory, full with the smells sound feel and touch of a moment.



Drunken people need help getting up too..

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