Early last week, we left Seoul and drove down south towards the countryside. We arrived at a small mountain village, where we spent time with my mom’s side of the family. Together, we went hiking up to see waterfalls, and found old temples that smelled like wood and incense. The next day, we drove to a family friend’s organic botanical garden near the coast. Every meal in Korea has been a big feast with lots of new flavors and plenty of cold barley tea.
“I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
-“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver
typical village snack: a bowl of rice wine and homemade acorn jelly salad