Provisioning for Surin Tai

It’s early morning. I got up at about 4 am to practice yoga and meditate. Uncertain when I’ll have another opportunity, it feels like a luxury to have these last few minutes to myself.

We board our van that’s bulging with tents, bags, pots, knives and gifts for the Moken.

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Re-entry

It’s been said that we can never cross the same river twice… each time we return to the place from which we have departed, we are never the same.

A day at the office, a flurry of errands… the landscape across which we’ve traversed hardly matters. The point is that we are different, even subtly… the piercing eyes of a stranger, the sound of children’s laughter, tension at work. Every experience affects us from the most dramatic to indistinguishable.

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