Given the assertion that being in Toronto is the gift-wrap to the gift that is my trip to Hong Kong, it must follow that Hong Kong is the gift wrapping to … two China mini-trips??
These were also trips about being with the people we went with rather than where we went so, again, I will spare you from the interpersonal details. But in this case, where we went inspired some serious inquisition on what I consider reality.
So bring your Tempo tissues and come along!
I haven’t gotten around to finishing even half of my Europe 2017 retroactive posts, and here I am with another trip in my past to mull over. Yet gratitude is a common theme in my life, and I never want to squander this blessing by failing to recognizing it.
So, I understand that Time is writing history faster than we can record it, but why my life is happening faster than my mind can reflect on it is surely not Time’s fault. My life can hardly be considered fast-paced– and trust me I have an inkling of what fast-paced really is after visiting Hong Kong.
…And with that wonderful segue, I’ll elaborate on my Hong Kong and China trip for a bit before resuming with Europe/Scandinavia posts. (How do people deal with reflection backlog anyway??)
The Signpost in the Shade is a pair of paintings painted for a very special pair of people in our lives on the occasion of their wedding.
Storytellers as they are, The Signpost in the Shade, is a story written by the bride for the groom on his birthday, about a month before they got engaged.
The Tale of Three Trees was passed down to me orally, as folktales are, while roaming through the streets of GuangZhou last year. The storyteller loved and cherished this tale from childhood. The simplistic yet deep-reaching truth of the story had inspired her to write her own.
8 months laters, by the rarest of chances, that this book caught our eyes while we were visiting a flea market in Stockholm. We only saw it fitting to bring this story back to the storyteller, now a bride, as she goes forth to build a new home (and joint library collection) with her groom.
As this tale has and continues to travel with us wherever we go since that night in GuangZhou.
We hope this book, having traveled from Stockholm to Toronto, will find its resting place in Hong Kong.
… But not before adding a few words of our own 😉