Broken Wings

I went for a walk around the lake in Khon Kaen yesterday. It took me about 3 hours because I took my time and stopped at a few temples along the way.

At one point during my walk I saw a butterfly and stopped to take some photos. At first I didn't notice how "broken" the butterfly's wings were because it flew with such grace and elegance. So then why can't I continue to live with grace and elegance even though sometimes I feel like I am flying with "broken wings"? It was a nice little personal lesson I thought I would share with you ...

There was also these amazing trees with long hanging vines that people must stop to braid!

One of the temples I stopped at was Wat Nongwang. It has nine levels each one smaller than the one below it, kind of like a teired cake I suppose. I walked to the top and as I reached the top the sound of the bells got louder and louder. I found the sound very calming, like being on my grandfather's porch in the summertime listening to his ceramic chimes blowing in the warm breeze. I thought I would share this with you also ...