Years ago I remember reading words by Flavia that went something like this, “Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others leave footprints on our hearts and we are never the same.”
This young girl was one such gift. She waited patiently outside the temple of Banteay Samre for tourists to buy her scarves. There she was in the midst of a half dozen other girls selling trinkets. There was something in her eyes that still tugs at my heart.
This is the hardest part of travel for me… perhaps it’s also my greatest teacher. Most of these people whose paths I cross, even if only for a moment, I will never see again. The privilege of being in their presence is a gift to me, an invitation, a reminder to remain present to each unfolding moment.