Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Here in the midst of Taroko Gorge was our retreat, away from the coaches and the crowds that flock even in winter. This our little home for a few days, a place of privacy, safety, a refuge. A beat of a drum as the sun rises and then quiet, solitude and silence. We withdrew from society here, nourished ourselves in the peace and beauty of nature, thrived with the simplicity of our dwelling. The echoes of the Atayal people whirled around the gorge, their hunting tracks remain and maybe their ghosts with facial tattoos. Enjoying sitting and just being, with a cup of tea and nothing more, nothing less, just there. A home, a retreat.
Taroko Gorge, Taiwan.