Watching the sunset. Or the birds in the sky. Something that takes your hand and flies you somewhere where time doesn’t matter.
319. | Da Nang
I don’t have to see everything. I don’t have to check everything. I just have to notice when, behind my own “no,” something says, very quietly: Of course. You do.
318. | … because that would be to replace you yourself
I can show you how I transformed myself. I have no secrets because I don’t like to keep secrets. The Miracle is Already Here.
317. | What does it mean to be a guest in Vietnam?
A cup of tea. A bowl of soup. A can of beer. Lots of smiles. Sometimes that’s all it takes to make a stranger feel at home.
316. | … because I was thinking of you
The open road beneath my feet and the sky above my head. Those are the only two things I know for sure.
315. | A familiar noise
A voice from the past? Or just a different present? Thoughts on a bus trip.
314. | Stories of Huế
Huế was good to me. It gave me so many stories. It was a great stage for the performance of my life. Maybe one day I’ll come back to write a new act together.