A true global citizen, Karen has lived and travelled overseas for more than 20 years. Her current journey has led her down the rabbit hole. She's not sure she'll resurface. You can follow her on twitter.com/KRMG and facebook.com/a.roaming.bodyworker
When I look in the mirror I see the outward expression of who I am, the person I think everyone else sees. At the same time, I know there is more to me than the mirror can reflect. The following excerpt from Sylvia Plath’s poem Mirror expresses one’s desire to know their true self. “Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me. Searching my reaches for what she really is.”
In Hanoi, we’ve all seen them, flattened on the road or hanging from hooks. The lucky ones are scurrying across the street or along telephone wires. Rats. I have them in my yard and in my open ground floor space. I’m not impressed. My Reiki practitioner friend has encouraged me to look for the messages Rat is bringing to my life.
After a 10-year gap, I recently caught up with a friend I’ve known for 30 years. As our conversations shifted from the banal to the philosophical, we realised we were on opposite ends of the spectrum when we broached the topic of God.
We are conditioned to think me and you, us and them. This sets ourselves apart so much that sometimes we struggle to see common bonds.