The time will come
when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself,
to the stranger who has loved you all your life,
whom you ignored for another,
who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
- Derek Walcott
'How does one start when one arrives in the middle of wilderness armed with dreams.'
- Protima Gauri.
I started by placing one foot in front, and then the other.
And then I started doing things I'd never done before - making a bunk bed from 100-year old salvaged wood I could barely lift, fixing an entire plumbing system myself (it took over 50 attempts in a span of 3 months!), cultivating relationships and negotiating terms with wildlife particularly cobras and wild boars (still WIP), wrestling with storms so relentless and pitiless I sometimes screamed expletives at the sky (I don't now), figuring out how to do things in an environment that allows me no control over it (on-going).
The time is now. We will figure, unlearn, relearn, each will bring us a step closer to arriving at our own door.
If this sounds good to you, join me in this foolish little dream of mine.
Want to conduct a workshop? Interested in 'exchange' ventures like building huts, composting system, rain-water harvesting system, sustainable projects, vegetable farming, free-range chicken farming, or just wanna stay and chill?
Shoot me a message! Cheers, Su Li.
90 km from KL.
Durian, rambutan, mangosteen, jackfruit, papaya, mango, pulasan & neem trees.
Average night temperature 22-24°C.
House (including Coleman Stockton tent) accommodates up to 8 guests comfortably.