So I wasn't feeling well last night or the day before, really. Fasting seems to be the best antidote, however, for how active we are and how much we sweat, I need to find some sort of fresh and healthy supplement. At first I thought it was due to severe dehydration and perhaps that was part of the cocktail, but I think that the oil-laden foods and assortment of meats is just sending my bowels into overdrive. That was until last night.
Do you know the feeling of the innate concern of the unfamiliar rumbling and rolling in your stomach while you're trying to sit and converse politely with friends? That is the automatic cue to stop eating and just ride it out, or, you can excuse yourself and race against time back to the hotel and into the bathroom to save face. Yes; I thought I would go for a walk in town by myself, check out the local produce, see the night life, but nature had another plan for me. I just arrived to my room in time to expel all of the horrors and sounds from my gut. It reminded me of my parasitic infections in Nepal last summer, so I immediately decided that I would no longer brave this discontent by myself, but rely on the cleansing powers of Cipro. Except this time, I felt like I could've thrown up as well.
I laid in my bed, finding no comfortable position. My stomach hurt, even to the touch, and to move in my bed was out of the question. Just as I closed my eyes, I heard knocking on my wall. It was my jokester next door neighbor, Curtis. He knocked once, twice, maybe even a third time. As I may have entertained his knocking with a follow-up knock, that was not happening. Knowing that one move would have sent me bee- lining to the bathroom, I stayed in the fetal position, waiting to die, or fall asleep, whichever came first.
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What's Your Dream? Add it to the Dream Board!
What's Your Dream?? Add it to the Dream Board!
There is a little faux-Starbucks-type coffee and tea shop just a 5-10 minute walk from the university campus. Alan told us where he found it and it became a quiet little shop for peace of mind, quiet, soothing music, and, of course!, some hot tea! Although my favorite and most comforting order was matcha tea, I also tried some other options ranging from citrus teas to aloe-scented and ginger teas. The barmaid was so sweet and had such a beaming, innocent smile and part of my relaxation was knowing she was there ready to exchange simple Mandarin with me.
As I was delving into my matcha tea and doing finishing touches before my final two classes for the day, I looked across the shop and on the opposite wall, there was a dream board. Beneath the title, "Dreams set sail, a reflection of the value of life", there are all of these little Post-it notes with people's dreams written across them. I was tempted every day to add one of my dreams to the board, but to no avail. In fact, I wasn't quite sure what dream I would add since I was currently living one of them!
As I read the title every time I walked into the shop, sometimes many times in one sitting, I wanted its proverb to soak in and reflect in my very being. I had to really think about how dreams setting sail reflect the value of life. I may not be very clear in my revelation, but I will try my best.
Ever since I can remember, when I was little, I always wanted to discover ancient lands, African safaris, fully immersing myself into such diverse cultures, setting my soul free. Humble finances, frequently being told that I couldn't, or shouldn't, travel because of the "what if's" began to drown any hope of my going anywhere. Being so active in so many extra-curricular and school-related activities, particularly basketball, kept me grounded. I could travel to different states, which was very exciting for me, but due to the year-long pre and post-season commitments, especially in college, there was no chance of any of my innate cultural passions coming alive. Until one day, in 2008, I received a letter of acceptance of receiving a Fulbright-Hays scholarship to Africa. I received it right before my 1st period class rolled in. I was absolutely breathless. In fact, I ran to the faculty restroom, fell to the floor, and cried. It was really happening and my dream was about to come true!
What I didn't realize was that this very acceptance letter and invaluable experience in Southern Africa planted a seed of passion that would grow bigger and bigger that it could no longer be contained. I was different, changed. My heart will never be the same. My eyes saw differently. My mind processed with such a wider scope of thinking. I devoured every bit of information I possibly could and from 2008, six years later, I was off to Nepal, the following year China.
The more I read that title in the tea shop, the more I began to understand how much I loved and valued life, not only my own but those lives around me. The more I interacted across the world, shared my experiences with students, friends, colleagues, family, the more alive I was feeling. The greater purpose I felt within my very bones. The more confident I grow in who I am and in my vocation. The more I come to understand God's purpose for what I was created to do.
It continues to remind me of a quote said by Mark Twain, one I hope every reader takes to heart and becomes involved in our international and national communities. This is a quote that shouldn't be read to say "oh, good stuff!", but rather one that inspires its beholder to take action and explore this beautifully diverse world:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bow lines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
So, combine my story with Twain's quote with the title of this dream board and you found the basis for my blog. Albeit it was a very quick 22 days in China, being accepted by International Partnerships in Education in China as a volunteer teacher was an absolute dream come true! My life will never be the same and I am very excited about where the winds will take me!
There is a little faux-Starbucks-type coffee and tea shop just a 5-10 minute walk from the university campus. Alan told us where he found it and it became a quiet little shop for peace of mind, quiet, soothing music, and, of course!, some hot tea! Although my favorite and most comforting order was matcha tea, I also tried some other options ranging from citrus teas to aloe-scented and ginger teas. The barmaid was so sweet and had such a beaming, innocent smile and part of my relaxation was knowing she was there ready to exchange simple Mandarin with me.
As I was delving into my matcha tea and doing finishing touches before my final two classes for the day, I looked across the shop and on the opposite wall, there was a dream board. Beneath the title, "Dreams set sail, a reflection of the value of life", there are all of these little Post-it notes with people's dreams written across them. I was tempted every day to add one of my dreams to the board, but to no avail. In fact, I wasn't quite sure what dream I would add since I was currently living one of them!
As I read the title every time I walked into the shop, sometimes many times in one sitting, I wanted its proverb to soak in and reflect in my very being. I had to really think about how dreams setting sail reflect the value of life. I may not be very clear in my revelation, but I will try my best.
Ever since I can remember, when I was little, I always wanted to discover ancient lands, African safaris, fully immersing myself into such diverse cultures, setting my soul free. Humble finances, frequently being told that I couldn't, or shouldn't, travel because of the "what if's" began to drown any hope of my going anywhere. Being so active in so many extra-curricular and school-related activities, particularly basketball, kept me grounded. I could travel to different states, which was very exciting for me, but due to the year-long pre and post-season commitments, especially in college, there was no chance of any of my innate cultural passions coming alive. Until one day, in 2008, I received a letter of acceptance of receiving a Fulbright-Hays scholarship to Africa. I received it right before my 1st period class rolled in. I was absolutely breathless. In fact, I ran to the faculty restroom, fell to the floor, and cried. It was really happening and my dream was about to come true!
What I didn't realize was that this very acceptance letter and invaluable experience in Southern Africa planted a seed of passion that would grow bigger and bigger that it could no longer be contained. I was different, changed. My heart will never be the same. My eyes saw differently. My mind processed with such a wider scope of thinking. I devoured every bit of information I possibly could and from 2008, six years later, I was off to Nepal, the following year China.
The more I read that title in the tea shop, the more I began to understand how much I loved and valued life, not only my own but those lives around me. The more I interacted across the world, shared my experiences with students, friends, colleagues, family, the more alive I was feeling. The greater purpose I felt within my very bones. The more confident I grow in who I am and in my vocation. The more I come to understand God's purpose for what I was created to do.
It continues to remind me of a quote said by Mark Twain, one I hope every reader takes to heart and becomes involved in our international and national communities. This is a quote that shouldn't be read to say "oh, good stuff!", but rather one that inspires its beholder to take action and explore this beautifully diverse world:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bow lines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
So, combine my story with Twain's quote with the title of this dream board and you found the basis for my blog. Albeit it was a very quick 22 days in China, being accepted by International Partnerships in Education in China as a volunteer teacher was an absolute dream come true! My life will never be the same and I am very excited about where the winds will take me!
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Tiananmen Square
Mao Zedong
Mao Zedong Sculpture
Forbidden City
Although I remarked on the immensity of Tiananmen Square as it is the largest public square in the world, the Forbidden City's monstrosity was just unfathomable to comprehend in regard to its length, distance, ornate decorations and architecture, and the insurmountable tourists and visitors that poured through each of its gates, climbing stairs, touching its imperial doors, and taking multiple photos, never truly capturing its ancient essence!
I find myself constantly short of words to describe feelings and what it was like to stand amongst the other people before these colossal sites. Even more difficult to describe was standing at the top of the stairs, in front of the palace, overlooking swarms of people and imagining I was the emperor ready to deliver a speech. Sometimes I think we fall short of words because words can only do so much justice to our emotions, descriptions of what we see and what we feel. If words could truly convey the same excitement, that same breathless wonder, and aura of our experiences, there would be very little incentive to experience that moment ourselves, in our own ways. But to be there and visualize the time periods when many of these historical sites were once active and feel every element of our environ is something that becomes very dear and true to us as we continue to learn and appreciate the progress of civilizations in prior generations, but also to explore our own ambitions, aspirations, and dreams.
The Forbidden City, now a major tourist site in center Beijing, was the site of the imperial palace for 24 emperors and empresses from 1420 of the Ming Dynasty until 1912, concluding with the Qing Dynasty.
I find myself constantly short of words to describe feelings and what it was like to stand amongst the other people before these colossal sites. Even more difficult to describe was standing at the top of the stairs, in front of the palace, overlooking swarms of people and imagining I was the emperor ready to deliver a speech. Sometimes I think we fall short of words because words can only do so much justice to our emotions, descriptions of what we see and what we feel. If words could truly convey the same excitement, that same breathless wonder, and aura of our experiences, there would be very little incentive to experience that moment ourselves, in our own ways. But to be there and visualize the time periods when many of these historical sites were once active and feel every element of our environ is something that becomes very dear and true to us as we continue to learn and appreciate the progress of civilizations in prior generations, but also to explore our own ambitions, aspirations, and dreams.
The Forbidden City, now a major tourist site in center Beijing, was the site of the imperial palace for 24 emperors and empresses from 1420 of the Ming Dynasty until 1912, concluding with the Qing Dynasty.
Forbidden City
Forbidden City II
Temple of Heaven
Built in the early 1400s during the reign of the Yongle Emperor, this beautifully constructed temple served as the site in which the Emperor would retreat to twice a year and pray to Heaven for good harvests. It was believed that the Emperor was the son of Heaven's authority father and this was his way of connecting Earth to Heaven through prayers for blessings for his country. As this temple has been decided a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1998, it is no wonder why. Its architecture and everything this temple represents, dating back to the early 1400s, represents yet one more fascinating piece of the growth and development of ancient Chinese civilizations!
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