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India and Nepal 2022
This morning as dawn breaks, I take a stroll along the beach towards the small pagoda built into a rock outcrop.
A little girl, the sister of the boy who I chatted to last night, runs up to me with a bucket full of shells she has collected. We look up into the sky and across from the moon, an aircraft flies overhead. A different world and maybe a much more complex one to the simplicity of life here.
I meet her Mum, sitting near the pagoda selling sticky rice wrapped into a leaf. She gives me a wrap to eat and she declines my offer of payment. These people have virtually nothing and yet they give with generosity.
I enter the pagoda for a few minutes to reflect on how lucky I am to see another way of life here on the Bay of Bengal..
The people use all that is natural to make a living. Shells from the ocean to make into jewelry, seafood to cook and sell, hats made from palm leaves. The children will be born here, may not go to school, and will probably live here all their lives.
I learned a lot lot this morning about the simplicity of life and its enduring cycle. On a more spiritual level - birth, life, death, sunrise, sunset, the moon and the tides. On a simpler level - the young children collect shells from the sea, sell them to visitors for a few pence, who then throw them back in, where they are gsthered again.....
A little girl, the sister of the boy who I chatted to last night, runs up to me with a bucket full of shells she has collected. We look up into the sky and across from the moon, an aircraft flies overhead. A different world and maybe a much more complex one to the simplicity of life here.
I meet her Mum, sitting near the pagoda selling sticky rice wrapped into a leaf. She gives me a wrap to eat and she declines my offer of payment. These people have virtually nothing and yet they give with generosity.
I enter the pagoda for a few minutes to reflect on how lucky I am to see another way of life here on the Bay of Bengal..
The people use all that is natural to make a living. Shells from the ocean to make into jewelry, seafood to cook and sell, hats made from palm leaves. The children will be born here, may not go to school, and will probably live here all their lives.
I learned a lot lot this morning about the simplicity of life and its enduring cycle. On a more spiritual level - birth, life, death, sunrise, sunset, the moon and the tides. On a simpler level - the young children collect shells from the sea, sell them to visitors for a few pence, who then throw them back in, where they are gsthered again.....
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lynne johnson What a sweetie :-)