Monday, May 16, 2011
Beijing!
My recent trip to Beijing was incredible. What an interesting, rich and dynamic city! I traveled with my friend Sugar and we stayed at a Hutong turned hostel/hotel for 4 nights. We were about a 15 minute taxi drive from the Forbidden City and Tiananmen Square. I hope to be able to write more about my impressions later, but here are a few highlights from the trip if I don't get around to it.
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| I loved the artwork everywhere! |
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| You laugh now, but after experiencing some of China's toilets, I am really grateful for a rating system. I am told I am lucky that at least most of the bathrooms have doors on the stalls. Apparently that's a recent addition. Thank you Beijing Olympics! |
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| Beihai Park |
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| This moment was probably the highlight of the trip. The parents of this child literally threw her into my arms for a photo with the two foreign girls at the Great Wall. She was so tiny and cute. I think I'll have enough pictures with random Asian children by the time I leave here to create a small book. I don't mind, I love children! |

| View from the top! I LOVED being in the mountains. |
| Jade factory. This ship was carved from a single piece of jade. |
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| These slippers were only about 3 inches long and are replicas of the slippers found when archeologist opened one of the Ming dynasty tombs. |
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| Beijing is known as a bicyclist city, and although there are many cars and buses now, there are separate lanes for cyclists which are constantly crowded with rickshaws and bicycles. I would never attempt to ride a bike in this city. It was complete chaos! |
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| Temple of Heaven |
| All of the royal structures had door with 9 projections to symbolize power. |
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| People in China completely adore their children...well...child! |
| Feng Shui at the Temple of Heaven |
| Xiabu, Xiabu at the Pearl Market |
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Friday, May 13, 2011
Nothing to Say
I haven't written since April 5th and I'm worried. I always have something to say. I always have some complex issue to analyze or some complicated emotion to put words to. There was a time when not writing meant things were going well. I would only turn to writing when I was upset or confused. I'm not sure why I'm not writing anymore, but I know it's not because I am blissfully happy either.
I've been thinking about happiness lately. What is happiness? What does it mean to me? When have I been happy in the past? What do I need to be happy? What is the difference between fulfillment and happiness? Happiness and fun? Happiness and peace?
I don't feel unhappy. Most of my time is spent teaching, talking, smiling and laughing with other people. I am grateful for my life and enjoy the rich experiences I have on a daily basis. I am constantly reminded of the beauty of this earth and the goodness of humanity. Although, sometimes I still struggle.
I struggle because I feel directionless. I struggle because what used to matter so much to me, doesn't seem to matter anymore. I'm not sure what to care about and what to let be. I strangely am able to befriend every stranger, but guard my heart with high concrete walls and barbed wire. I don't trust men. I shy away from even the thought of a relationship, although feel a tinge of jealousy toward my friends that call their spouse their best friend and treat them as such. I would like a meaningful, fulfilling relationship but am convinced I'm not ready for one. I think I am too broken to even try.
I don't know what needs to be repaired. I don't know where to begin and most importantly, I don't know if I want things to change yet. Life is not meaningful or fulfilling right now, but at least it doesn't hurt. There is no room for disappointment. I sometimes look at myself and feel like a coward. Why aren't I stronger? Why can't I just get over things and move on? But where do I go? What do I want? The questions are very broad and difficult to answer. My opinions change each day. I haven't been writing because there haven't been any break throughs. I haven't learned or felt anything new. One day easily fades into the next. Life is full of great things, but somehow lacks the excitement and color it once possessed. Am I just old and jaded or is this part of healing? Am I healing or just developing bad habits? I don't know.
I've been thinking about happiness lately. What is happiness? What does it mean to me? When have I been happy in the past? What do I need to be happy? What is the difference between fulfillment and happiness? Happiness and fun? Happiness and peace?
I don't feel unhappy. Most of my time is spent teaching, talking, smiling and laughing with other people. I am grateful for my life and enjoy the rich experiences I have on a daily basis. I am constantly reminded of the beauty of this earth and the goodness of humanity. Although, sometimes I still struggle.
I struggle because I feel directionless. I struggle because what used to matter so much to me, doesn't seem to matter anymore. I'm not sure what to care about and what to let be. I strangely am able to befriend every stranger, but guard my heart with high concrete walls and barbed wire. I don't trust men. I shy away from even the thought of a relationship, although feel a tinge of jealousy toward my friends that call their spouse their best friend and treat them as such. I would like a meaningful, fulfilling relationship but am convinced I'm not ready for one. I think I am too broken to even try.
I don't know what needs to be repaired. I don't know where to begin and most importantly, I don't know if I want things to change yet. Life is not meaningful or fulfilling right now, but at least it doesn't hurt. There is no room for disappointment. I sometimes look at myself and feel like a coward. Why aren't I stronger? Why can't I just get over things and move on? But where do I go? What do I want? The questions are very broad and difficult to answer. My opinions change each day. I haven't been writing because there haven't been any break throughs. I haven't learned or felt anything new. One day easily fades into the next. Life is full of great things, but somehow lacks the excitement and color it once possessed. Am I just old and jaded or is this part of healing? Am I healing or just developing bad habits? I don't know.
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