“Ever poised on that cusp between past and future, we tie memories to souvenirs like string to trees along life’s path, marking the trail in case we lose ourselves around a bend or tomorrow’s road.”
Right now I’m stuck somewhere at a market of the streets in distant Middle East. Oriental souvenirs are my thing, so I’ll most likely come home with all sorts of wonderful bags, bowls and jewelry. I love taking anything from trips so that I remind that trip when I look at it at home, but there are few souvenirs which give me this particularly fond memory or feeling.
My most beautiful souvenirs after every trip are, of course, the experiences and the memories. The laughter and tears, humans and wildlife, intriguing culture and beautiful nature. All I can take home with me in my heart and head as a piece of a bit of inner growth. Today I want to share a few souvenirs with a story with you. And in addition, I am also very curious about your souvenirs.
As first a souvenir with a literal story. In Laos I bought this paper booklet with a Buddhist prayer written on it. I wrote all my travel stories in this book on the journey and was I scared to death to loose it. Fortunately it is still with me, full of memories.
A white stone in the shape of a heart. During the first trip with my love (we knew each other for three weeks and went backpacking for 1,5 month) I found this stone during a walk on a deserted beach on the island of Gili Meno. For me it is symbol of our love and the memory of the trip and the fact that we are inseparable since then.
The special batik dress I got from my dear Tanzanian girlfriend Jocelyn. In all these months we have built up a nice friendship and for me this dress is a symbol for that.
For some reason, I have this happy feeling when I look at the butterfly. Butterflies have a special meaning for me. They stand for freedom and small souls of the deceased. This butterfly was given to us by a Chinese man in Laos.
The last stone is actually not my souvenir, but he is dear to me tremendously. For many it looks like an ordinary stone, but is has a special meaning for me. It is a stone that I got from my mother. She found it in Scotland, her last trip.