Tag Archives: Peace

A Never Ending Journey

31 Jan

For I wish there was more for me to say.

My Journey seems but a fragment of a dream now.
Yet still I am reminded everyday how things have changed.


Less Color More Love

12 Nov

Yesterday I walked out of what very well could have been he best lecture I have yet to experience here at Chula. I couldn’t help but want to keep the goodness in my life rolling.
So after grabbing a quick bit to eat, I headed to the underground train. As heading back home would simply bring me back down.
My destination? Only the place I most enjoy.
Coffee Alley in the Garden


Days when I need to relax, get away from it all, or get some work done, you can find me under the trees enjoying a cup of tea.

I walked down familiar steps, yet was greeted by an unfamiliar face. As I got down to the bottom of the steps, all I could see were two big eyes, of a child staring at me. Theres an innocence in the eyes of a child that cannot be forgotten.
Her mother sound asleep, yet she was up. Just looking around at the busy life surrounding her. After a couple of seconds of just observing, something hit me.  I pulled out my wallet and camera almost simultaneously.  As I pulled out the pink 100 Baht bill, I saw her eyes light up.
A smile that could melt the heart of any person.

I couldn’t help but be memorized by her presence. Soon all around me saw it as well.
Passer-by’s were stopping, looking at me, then to her and I saw a smile emerge as people realized what was happening. People all around couldn’t help but stop and enjoy the sight of her.

It brough joy to me to see her, to see all the people around get a little warmth from it. As things like this spread like wildfire.

Her photos are worth 1,000 words.







No only can deny that seeing a face like hers warms up the soul.


As I walked home many hours later, I passed her by once again. Only this time to find her mother awake and food in their hands.
As I walked past, both her and her mother looked up at me, almost as if she knew it was me who had handed her daughter that money. She said nothing. Just the look in her eye and the smile said it all.
I gave her a grin. Waved good-bye. And went on my way.

It’s these little things in life.

A “Little” Can Do A Lot

6 Nov

I have found through my life, and most importantly here, that a “little” can really do a lot.

Although this was the title for my posts n which I would donate a “little” to a person of need here in Bangkok, this time it has to do with me.
Coming back to Bangkok has really made me happy again.
I spent both my days “Beyond the Lens”.
Just walking around. Seeing familiar faces. Having people on the street asking me where I’ve been and how I’m doing.Standing around and speaking to the Tuk Tuk drivers. Seeing my favorite massage ladies. Going to my favorite local restaurants. Sitting down and already having an order already taken, because they already know what I want.
Meeting new people at restaurants. Exchanging thoughts, ideas, smiles, laughs and contact info. Making new friends. Becoming more in tune with the locals. Becoming one of the locals.
Walking at night through the street market and buying little things here and there. Being able to speak the local language, and understanding what the lady through the market is saying.

It’s these little things, that make me happy going through the day.
And as if things couldn’t get any better, today I reached total Thainess.
Yes. Today I became a real Thai.
Not only in my head, but I could see the Thai people around me realizing it as well.

I walked down my favorite street, and as I passed “The Guy” he asked me what I was up to. After a couple words and laughs, I told him I wanted some Thai Coffee. He said a couple words in Thai to the man next to him, and before you knew it, I had my Thai Coffee ready. I looked at it and realized he had put it in a glass. I told the man I needed it for take away. He ran back and got it ready for me. And as he walked back out with my coffee, excitement overwhelmed me.


Yep… I got my tasty beverage in the Thai Canteen of choice; A BAG.

Happiness overwhelmed me, as only the Thai get the bag. And it was being given to me.

As I walked back home I saw people around me looking. They looked at me, then at my bag, and back at me. Confusion on their faces.
I just looked back and smiled, as they as well as I knew what I was now; THAI.

It may seem strange to most, but a bag is the single best thing to put a beverage in. You can hold it with one finger. Walk with it. Swing it. Ride a bike with it. Throw it over your shoulder. Hang it on things.
The possibilities are endless!

So now I am satisfied. To many this is a small thing. For me this means a lot.

As well as this, there have been some other things I haven’t mentioned.
Walking past the reception I have surprisingly been stopped lately. Not because I haven’t paid for something but because I have been receiving mail.
What a GREAT feeling it has been.

Somehow people have gotten a hold of my address and are ironically sending me postcards. I must say it feels great to hear back from my friends and family back at home.
Emails and electronic communication have been great, and really cheer me up. But when I received these postcards it just made it that much better.

So for those of you who sent them, (and you know who you are) I thank you.  It really means a lot to me.

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To my loyal followers, I am sad to say that I have gone to the post office 2 days in a row now only to find it closed. I am unsure of what has happened, but I beleive that the flood is causing it.
Unfortunately cards and postcards are put once again on temporary hold.

I am sorry and hope to have them out soon.


And as the title states, the “A Little Can Do A Lot” donations are still happening.
After my first post, I got a lot of positive feedback, as people were happy to hear about it. But unfortunatly since the floods, and all of this travel I haven’t been able to post of any other donations.

Seeing the faces of the people on the streets light up when I give to them what to us is deemed as “nothing” is priceless.


Thank you to all of my followers, and here is another Mother who got a lot, from what to us is just a little.


Bed In

6 Nov

Got into Bangkok early this morning and all I can say is, it feels good to bed home.

Not feeling to great, so like my man John, I have had to have a “bed-in”.



After being in Vietnam, seeing the sites of war first hand, you really wonder… Why?
The Vietnam War, claimed so many lives and has had everlasting effects on people all around the world.
I am afraid that the war we are in now, will be no different.

When you look back and think about it, what good have these wars really done?


Stay in bed.

Grow your hair.


Kids Kids Kids

7 Aug

My eyes slowly open with the sound of the phone ringing.

iPod in one ear, pillow on the other, I look over confused at my roommate who doesn’t seem to budge.  I answer the phone only after finding out that it is for me. The conversation is a blur, as I was still trying to recover from my slumber.

Nights in Bangkok seem to never end. Everything is open all times of the hour, and we tend to embrace it.

As I start to become coherent, I feel a growl in my stomach.

Write. Shower. Clothes. Backpack. Room key.

The search for food starts again.

I head towards my favorite area, the street market. After grabbing a corn on the cob and some quick bread for on the go snacks, I am able  find a nice place to eat.


There is something about these small unknown places that appeals me.
They have a ambiance to them that is unlike any other.


I find myself constantly walking through alleys.
You never know when you are going to pass a street vendor with that perfect food or drink.


Bangkok street art.


I couldn’t help but take the long way home. A walk down the railroad tracks led me to a familiar friend.
He immediately recognized me from a far. As if we were long time friends, I was greeted by the family with smiles and bows.

Walking home can create quite a contradictory illusion. One minute you feel as if you are in the midst nature, the next you are in a city, surrounded in high rises.


After getting home, my roommate Kevin was headed back out. I couldn’t resist the opportunity for more Thai food.
Walking around, we were greeted by a swarm of children at a sidewalk restaurant.

Although the father cooked for us, it seemed to be run by this little one. He made sure to keep us entertained throughout our stay there.

I could’t help but snap shots of the kids.






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She quickly became attached the camera.


The kids handed us the food, and patiently waited to see what we thought.  They made sure we knew to use both the spoon and fork.


My housemate and I have become quite the duo in Thailand.

Children in Thailand have a joy about them that is different from any other places I have been. Being surrounded by them has brightened my day. The most simple things make them so happy. Surrounded by a city, living in “poverty” seems to be a better place for kids to grow up. They learn the realities of life and enjoy the time they spend socializing with people around them.