What a difference a year makes. This time last year, I was on the other side of the world on the beautiful island of Koh Samui, Thailand. There were approximately 44 cases of COVID-19 in both the USA and Thailand. However, while the number remained relatively steady for Thailand, it increased at an alarming rate the USA.
There was a growing sense of concern from family and myself. On the island, some folks were being optimistic and hopeful that it would taper off while others were urging for increased precaution. I chose to air on the side of extra caution since nothing about what was happening seemed normal.
Prior to leaving the USA, I was able to purchase a few N95 masks, which I used for protection. I wore it on every leg of my journey, including on the plane as much as possible. To my amazement, very few people were waring masks from USA to Doha, and folks were staring at me like I was an alien.
That all changed when I touched down in the Bangkok airport. Perhaps 100 percent of the airport staff were masked up. The only folks not wearing masks were the tourists. That trend continued on the last leg to the island of Koh Samui. Even the flight attendants were wearing masks. But once we landed and got outside of the airport, masks were no where to be seen, on anyone.
There was a sense of freedom and for whatever reason I felt safe, so I removed my mask. I kept it off for the entire time in Thailand, putting it on only when it was time for my return home.
This body, mind and spiritual sustenance was right on time.
There is a sense of home in these backdrops.