China: The Monastery, Mt. Emei



An incredibly serene monastery on Mount Emei.

The only sound is the crickets and occasionally the deep voice of a bell carried across in tiny gusts of wind. Hot and quiet; I barely see anyone other than the grey-shrouded monks at the entrance.



As I walk around the worn stone steps, I bump into a father and son wandering the monastery; their conversation is close and quiet, assuming I cannot understand, or unfazed by my presence – the son clearly adores his dad.

I come across them again later crowded around a poisonous spider; in a brilliant moment, the two boys, strangers, are amicably clambering over each other to get a shot.

I miss home, but feel very peaceful in the monastery.




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