Hội An days: coconut coffee, lantern-lit laneways, market finds and bike rides through rice paddies. Stop at Chic Chillax for coffee among the fields. Visit in March or April for the last green rice before harvest turns it gold.
Sitting quietly, I watch the trees sway and hear the silence within. Love is the force that connects us beyond separation. Trust the unknown, follow your heart, and rest in this moment. All is here. It will be okay.