My childhood memories of this place are hazy. I recall the smell of incense, the sound of reggae, the animals on the farm. I was always excited to visit.
Returning as an adult, some of that magic is still there. Prayer flags, Buddhas, a mystical bamboo forest. It’s a familiar place, yet my awareness is different. All these things which I didn’t give a second thought to as a child now hold meaning to me. I wonder how the exposure at a young age ultimately impacted my spiritual growth over the following years.