Dear Thailand: A Love Story
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Come.Visit a lush land, an ancient and modern culture, and a people who are proud to be Buddhist and Thai.
Discover a woman who begins to relax and unwind in Thailand, and read about how downright cynical and fearful she'd become -- down into her cells, as influenced by her native Western culture.
Not only does this book introduce you to the joys of being in Thailand, but it also explores how our culture shapes who we think we are, how we meet life.
In the process of telling its tale, you will read about Thailand's rice culture, Buddhism, the Thai language, bits about her history and food, and you'll visit Bangkok, as well as small town village life.
People who have reviewed this book have said: "if you are in need of a spiritual vacation read this book!"
from Official Review:Dear Thailand: A Love Story
Dear Thailand: A Love Story is the story of author Diane deSimone's transformative journey in Thailand,and, true to its name, what appears is the author's love for a culture and a people. She explores cultural identities, questions fundamental ideas of her Western upbringing, and navigates leaving certain Western beliefs behind.
What is most striking about Dear Thailand is the writing itself. Crafted in an initially somewhat jarring style, the author describes her adoptive home in a way that is almost poetic. Read in a receptive state of mind, the passages seem almost to sing.Secondhand, but with little value lost along the way, you experience the culture, religion, and way of life in a small and tight-knit Thai village. It's refreshing and beautiful, and it left me wanting to jump on a plane and see it- experience it - for myself.
I would recommend this book to anyone in need of a spiritual vacation. This story of a visit, an escape, and ultimately a homecoming asks the reader only to listen as it tells of peace, stillness,and a light, kind heart. I give this book 4 stars out of 4.
Diane de Simone
Diane de Simone was based in New York and London writing for magazines for over a decade—from Omni to Connoisseur. She wrote an unprecedented, well-publicized, 7-part series for Playboy Magazine, Men and Women, with British author and filmmaker, Jo Durden-Smith, which became a book, Sex and the Brain (Arbor House, Warner Books, Pan/Picador U.K.; seven languages). This was the first book ever written for the layperson, on the heady time in the biological sciences, when we began to ask the question: “So…who are we as a species?” A way into that question for scientists was for them to look at differences and the similarities between males and females and the evolutionary nature of their equality. She is the author of a memoir tucked into Feathers Brush the Heart (Warner Books 2002 ed. Sinclair Browning); also, the author of Dear Thailand: A Love Story (Amazon, 2013) a memoir about discovering a land, a people, and a culture that can radically reshape your heart. Reconciliation is her first novel. It probes the question: what is the nature of reality? ...stepping lightly through times of great change is an interactive book meant to SHIFT people! She currently lives with her partner, James Hamilton, between Tucson, Arizona, and Thailand, passionate about “the force,” the quantum field, transformation, and healing.
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Dear Thailand - Diane de Simone
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Dear Thailand:
When I walked out of the plane into the vaulted spaces of your internationally acclaimed Suvarnabhumi airport at the end of the first decade of the third millennium on my first one month visit with you, I was wobbly and jet-lagged and yet zinging with a feeling of arriving somewhere absolutely foreign and also strangely familiar and also comforting.
There’s that airy, soaring spaciousness to your showcase arrivals building. There are those hundreds of not-plastic-but rather green and growing standing, flourishing plants. You also offer real multicolored orchids hanging in pots throughout the airport which add an exuberant, colorful and also Zen artfulness to its décor.
I must admit as I made my way outside to the taxi stand, I was embraced by the most pungent humidity I’d ever encountered. And yet I had to chuckle as beads of sweat formed because by dint of an overnight flight, I’d become merely another hot farang (foreigner) who’d decided to give up on Western culture for a bit, another white face for your immigration authorities to keep track of for however long my airline tickets and stamped passport said I could stay.
Upon arrival, after traveling from West to East, I’d already become a different character on a new stage-set, not knowing the rules or what if any role to play. And what I found within you, Thailand, is something profound: I didn’t have to know anything. I only had to offer your people goodwill and respect. For no matter the chaos, no matter the heady mixture of the bustle of modernity with ancient traditions, your people offered benevolence from the moment I stepped outside to wait for a taxi driver to give me a nod. And from then on, as I moved from Bangkok to Chiang Mai to the shoreline, I found an outrageously good-looking people with wide open smiles and an infectious humor who lived from the inside out. I met a people who so often melted layers off this Western cynical heart with their open, giving, curious, smiling, dark shining eyes. Seeing grace was easy during this first visit because your people seem to be born to it. And, by the way, many of your people move like modern dancers.
And even though I felt too white and too big boned and ungainly and dense — like some barbarian — I knew after one month of being within you I’d have to come back. I was seduced enough to know your people and culture could split me up wide open, rid me of arrogance, ask me to know humility. I knew I’d probably never fully understand you, but I also knew my heart’s rhythm would often be stopped by something perceived, and I would be made breathless by some sight, some sound, some presence.
I knew someday my wound up Western mind would want to unwind, Thailand, that at some point that Western anxiety of being
within me would become too much, and I’d want to remember that bubbling up feeling of laughter your people so often display. I’d want to remember the true nature of being a being — not a doing — and I’d want to leave chunks of sarcasm, suspicion, and doubt behind — the ones that clog arteries, veins. And I could sense your people and land could help me shed these denser aspects of self.
Among your people, I could learn to downsize to light-living and light-heartedness for how could I not be inspired by a people who offer such simple gifts as wanting to share a bowl of rice — which for them is not gift at all but rather ordinary?
When I came to you on that first visit — imagine: my heart immediately remembered it could sing and that it was large, and that it could grin, smile — even in sleep. And I became aware of how small it had become, how sore and confused it was; how twisted, how crusted over, how blocked and jaded, how judgmental and world-weary it felt.
Ah. Yes. And then I remembered — it had been steeped in the mechanistic clamor of a demanding, fast-paced, industrialized Western culture for far too long. And ah, yes. In order to survive it had grown a thick and brittle shell.
*
two
Dear Thailand:
I flew over the Pacific and South China Seas to visit with you that first time after experiencing three deaths: of a close friend, Julia; my mother; and six weeks after my mother left my older brother left too.
I’d arrived on your shores after sifting through every item, small and large, of the stuff
they’d left behind, putting them into one of three piles: to sell, give, or to throw away. It was after this lengthy process that something shifted enough in me to say: go East now woman, go to Thailand.
And if you ask why I chose your Kingdom — well, there must have been a deeper knowing at work and the mystery will forever remain.
I had fingered thousands of their things.
From saved notebooks and address books and note papers, to old letters and photos and pens and collections of paper clips and rubber bands; to clothing and shoes and jewelry; to books, vinyl records, CDs, DVDs, furniture, cooking equipment, dinnerware, kitchenware, and sculpture and paintings. As Nikos Kazantzakis’ Zorba the Greek would say, "the remains of the whole catastrophe."
My pawing through the shelves and drawers of those that had slipped out of their mortal coil made me clarifyingly aware of how brainwashed I’d too had become. For like them I’d never asked: aren’t most possessions
unnecessary? Isn’t much of the stuff
we own silly? And how about imagining what it takes to make the money to buy it all, keep it all, clean, and cart it all around? And what if any true value does much of what we’ve accumulated have at the end of our days?
As I spent hours burrowing into closets, I became aware how easily we can jump on a treadmill, getting caught up in lives that become busy, complicated, and demanding if we allow them to be, bound up with shopping lists, and other lists of shoulds,
cannots,
and musts;
lists that look to the future, to plans, to kept schedules, to maintaining social and professional positions, and refrigerators and homes and closet-fulls of clothes, handbags and shoes.
During this period of what I now call the great shedding,
it became obvious how for decades I’d tied myself to clock time and become addicted to linear time-frames, and to doing,
and to buying
, and to pushing myself into accomplishing this or that, into keeping up a certain self-image.
I’d also become cognizant of this: I’d never stopped to ask any of the larger questions. For example: what do I believe about the life I am? What is valuable to explore, enjoy, know, be?
Yes. In the middle of being surrounded by death I grokked I’d been following old and well-worn cultural lines for decades, and had not consciously questioned any of my steps. I’d been sleepwalking. I’d become possessed by feeding needs
and desires" without even knowing the difference. I’d been hypnotized by a Western-style dream.
In my confusion, I’d made endless to do
lists, consumed items for fun — mostly as a way to run away from any hint of boredom for I’d been taught boredom was bad.
I had spent countless hours in all types of restaurants and bars and coffee shops and stores, bought stuff
I may have used, or worn briefly, or maybe not even looked at very much.
After the last death in the series of them, after my brother died, I felt myself arid. I’d been moving very fast since university. My schedule had been morning until night full-up. I was a so-called leader, a so-called achiever. And recently, I was again keeping myself upright and standing on the surface of a rather dry existence — kept insulated by a so-called productive,
meaningful
and secure
life. Yes. I was going from home into a car, to work, to exercise, to meet with friends, to home again. And yes, I could afford oh so healthy and nouvelle cuisines, and car and health and home insurance. But I began to notice I had to stop at the Church of Starbuck for a reward — a grande chai latte — sometimes twice a day. And why? To boost an ever-sagging élan?
As I sat with the idea of flying East, heading to a land called Thailand, a Buddhist country (and not even knowing what that quite meant) — no matter the bank account — I knew it was a right direction.
My compass had always been to places West — Western Europe, Western Art and Philosophy, Western History, Western languages — yet I knew I’d become tied to an unsatisfying and spiritless lifestyle and was feeling bound up — not free. And so, another question had become ever-apparent: What would stopping and getting out of the Western world be like?
And yet another question: What has been driving this engine of mine?
Over the years, I’d never stopped. I’d never stopped to question my internal operations manual.
*
Dear Thailand:
On that first visit to your Kingdom, I stayed on one of your islands south of Bangkok, in the Gulf of Siam. And after waking up in a tiny cottage I discovered footsteps that took me through a coconut grove to arrive on a mile and a half crescent moon beach. Watch out not to get hit by a dropping coconut,
the owner of the cottage enclave said while laughing, as he watched me begin my short journey.
When I reached the beach — not conked by a coconut — I was speechless. The sand was white and sugary and the blue-green sea was tranquil and shot through with sapphire.
For someone who had been moving at seventy-five miles per hour for most of her years to be in you, Thailand, on this island, on this beach, where the sea quietly lapped at the shoreline, where no one person I met up with exhibited anger or fear or impatience, where people sauntered by slowly, mostly in flip-flops, and nodded or smiled, or said hello — "sawasdee — was absolutely out-of-this-world-heavenly.
Sawasdee ka, I replied as females do.
Me quam suk maak was also a phrase I learned early on. This means
I am very happy."
I’d never before experienced a people who had a habit of cheerfully asking after you, of acknowledging your presence with a light and peaceful mien. And it’s not as if I’d never lived in or visited other countries before. But obviously never yours, never a Buddhist one, a so-called developing
one, one of the East, one named Thailand.
Within your land what I immediately found were sights — like mountains walking green out of mists, the brilliant orange topping of a flowering tree — and a people who continually reminded me that I was alive and happily so, no matter whether the sun was out or not, or whether there would be a tomorrow.
"Sabai dee mai?" (How are you?)
"Sabai dee… tuk wan!" (I am good every day!)
Whether it was in a small village or on the beach on that first visit, I met people who didn’t have much in terms of possessions.
Some had a few clothes, a few sticks of furniture, a mat, a little portable stove run on propane, and a television set. And many of the young and middle-aged scrimped and saved to send money back to their elders and home village monthly. And yet often they wanted to give, to share… and no one ever complained about anything. They felt good tuk wan
… all the time, throughout time.
I also met a people who moved with a low center of gravity — as if they’re connected to the earth — yet who also had enlivened steps. I met a people who didn’t take much of anything for granted yet who also didn’t take much if anything very seriously. It was as if they knew we’re all alive on this Earth’s skin for only a brief time and so why not have gratitude and be buoyant about it — no matter. They quickly taught me how flat-footed I’d become since childhood — much too heavy.
On that first trip, there was an inner stillness, a certain simple sense of inner aesthetics that I noticed your people carry that captivated me then — and still captivates me now.
On that first trip, I found a people intrinsically gracious. I felt little fear among Thais. And there was something different in their eyes, in the way they could twinkle. And I also noticed that for Thais, the briefest of connection, a nod, an exchange of eye contact, was important and brought a smile. And when Thais smiled it was genuine: their faces so expressive. On them everything showed. They literally could light up, glow.
One early morning I observed a young man, Geng, sweeping the beach in front of the restaurant he worked for. He was one with the wooden rake as he cleaned and evened the sand. He was his purpose. He was the content. And as I passed he was clued in, he was present: he looked up, and we shared a grin.
The expression mai pen rai, mai mee punhaa, meaning it doesn’t matter, no problem, is a Thai approach to life, and it got me centered during my introductory visit to your land. It was said often to me. Don’t get bogged down by the details, the obstacles. Don’t worry. Relax. We’re here for one another. Take it easy. Enjoy "jai yen" — enjoy a calm cool heart.
No wonder once I met you and your people I had to return. I’d certainly found a yin
place to the push and shove and competitive yang
of the Western culture I’d grown up in.
No wonder then. Yes. I’ve traveled miles to come back across the waters to linger within you once again, to soak my cells in you, in Thai-ness.
Have you looked at yourself on a map? You’re a kite in the shape of a heart with a tail trailing down to Malaysia. You’re a gem in the center of the folds of land belonging to Laos, Burma, and Cambodia.
I have traveled far to be with you again, Thailand. I’ve arrived once more on your shores to be deconstructed by you, for in you I recognize something noble and healing.
*
three
Dear Thailand:
I have come back to live within you. I have returned to stay for who knows how long. And this is how these radical new plans came about… I left the cottage and the small Thai village by the sea early one morning as my one month visa was running down. I traveled to the local island