My neck hurts. It’s been hurting since three days ago when I awkwardly swung my backpack – which is the size and weight of a very fat five year old – onto my shoulders. “Use a chair,” David had advised before we parted ways in Phnom Penh. He, a veteran of back injuries is also…
I’m in Chiang Mai, Thailand, for approximately twenty minutes when I realize just what sort of place I’ve landed in. We’ve just come off of a weeklong ‘vacation’ from traveling: a much-needed (if not deserved) respite from sightseeing, guesthouse hopping, and zipping, zipping, re-zipping my enormous backpack. Koh Samui, in the gulf of Thailand, is…
“You’re going to be quiet for two whole days?” My sister says to me, her careful placement of emphasis making clear that the concept of silence is not what she’s in disbelief of, but rather that it is me who will attempt it. I feign offense. Signing up for a two-day silent meditation retreat in…
Somewhere Seeking 