For much of 2006 I lived in Thailand, staying at a monastery deep in the forest near the Laos border. Every morning I woke to the sound of temple bells and deep drumming in the distance. Many mornings I was squatted in the open air kitchen smashing garlic and chilis for somtum. Afterwards, I would sweep leaves for hours--morning, noon, and night. Heavy, aching arms and blisters on my hands became beloved symbols, for I understood that I was sweeping my own heart.
I experienced a great heart opening, and upon the conclusion of my monastic stay, set the intention to come back to Thailand to give service. This was the impetus of my international volunteer pursuits.
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I experienced a great heart opening, and upon the conclusion of my monastic stay, set the intention to come back to Thailand to give service. This was the impetus of my international volunteer pursuits.
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