The magic of the moment

Right here, in the little hippie town of Pai, in Northern Thailand.

Right now, warm blues music infusing the cool evening air.

Me, leaning back in this open internet spot’s leather chair having just finished a delicious lime and coconut ice cream.

And the band plays my favourite song; Little Wing.

Does it get any better than this?

My dad, saying that if only he was a little mosquito stuck to my backpack, he would love to go all the places I was going.

I promised I wouldn’t spray any repellent on him.

– Oh, it would take a lot more than that for me to let you go, he replied.

The sound of my grandmother’s laugh through the computer speakers, reading my mother’s beautiful e-mails, missing my best friends and knowing that they miss me too.

An interesting encounter with a zen writer and healer has had me thinking, and I can’t seem to want to make any decisions about the next couple of days, although I know with ever dawn, my flight out of Asia is approaching.

I really just want to enjoy these moments.

Surrounded by majestic mountains and even greater love.