Of all Thailand’s wonders, its monasteries move me most. There's more of them than bars and churches in Wisconsin, and vary from the pure white temple in Chang Mai, to the crimson red, pop-tune blaring joint in Mae Sae. All possess a unique, soothing energy- even the ones with techno-light halos.
Another commonality they seem to share is the rigorous climb required to reach their healing depths. I cherish this part of the spiritual visit just as much- if not more- than the statues. It's a test of will; only those truly seeking reach the top. On my first visit to Scorpion Mountain, I had to take two (short) breaks up the stairs. Now, I leap over them effortlessly. If only this meant I was more enlightened. Alas, I don’t think my calf muscles and consciousness are connected on such a deep level.
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