towards trust, love, and people.
I love people.
// helping them, serving them, just being a friend //
B U T it’s H A R D, and I fail. I fail a lot.
looking back on my time in Shenyang & Beijing with my teammates
I find it nearly impossible to understand how we all got along.
but we did, by G O D ‘ S G R A C E.
we talked often about how crazy we were together
we had the “super organized – on top of everything” person
the “girly – cute – sweet” person
the “manly man – muscles-can-do-anything” guys
the outgoing ones
and the ones who didn’t fit into any category
they’re super special too.
But S I G H T S E E I N G
Beijing with this team was amazingFirst off, B I K E S are everywhere.
Second, P E O P L E are everywhere.
During our (quite extensive) walk about the Forbidden City, I encountered more stares and pointing than I ever have before.
(this isn’t in the Forbidden City, but is an example of a wonderful old woman who gathered up Ellie and myself for one last photo before the retreat ended. I’d like to think that it was because of my winning personality that she loved me. But alas, ’tis probably untrue.)
I’m told that it was because I am a white female with a camera and American accent. More than once I was asked for a photo by complete strangers…
prepare for architecture
and lovely old, old beauty in the
F OR B I D D E N C I T Y
even the ground garnered my attention
this pile of carven stone looks amazing, I guess
BUT MY FAVORITE IN ALL THE LAND
- BEHOLD THE TURTLE-DRAGON (yes, it needed to be bold and big)
so many lions! the ball symbolized power and the lion cub represented heritage
detailing was exquisite in some places and regal/powerful in others
the ceilings! I didn’t know where to look half the time; so many sights to see!
That is all.
But I have more, which will come later, hopefully.
But right now, I’m content to remember these beautiful, sweaty, muggy, friendship-building, bonding times where we walked for hours through crowded corridors in hopes of catching a glimpse of history preserved in glass boxes in age-old castle-like palaces and stared silent at trees and rocks surrounding ancient houses of servants and royals. We ate eccentric flavors of ice cream (green tea/mango/lemon, anyone?) and saw professionals roasting whole ducks in stone ovens. We joked about huge signs declaring “PUBLIC TOILETS” and quietly discussed the implications of Tiananmen Square and its infamous events.
By way of excusing my long, long absence: I’m a person, and that means I’m a part of people, and people are inconsistent. Time is consistent. Life is time and time goes on. Life happens. Some times life happens to be busy. Life continues to happen, regardless of my own sentiments.
More later? Sure thing, friends.