Journey to Peace Village

I'm getting ready to return to my real life now. Yet, this experience has seemed more real than anything I've ever done in my life. I've sweated through every pore in my body and drank in the sweet music of a child's smile. Last night, I went up to the roof of my family's home for a last look at Phung Khoang, my neighborhood. A teary full moon was out. As I looked toward the skyscrapers of downtown Ha Noi, a flicker caught my eye. On the next roof top two women and child sat cross legged before a small table filled with flowers and incense and encircled by candles. They bowed and prayed. A couldn't help but stare, even though I felt like a spiritual voyeur. Something had drawn me to the roof and I think it was to witness this. Something drew me to Viet Nam and I think it was to do this. TO LEARN, TO BE, TO GROW!