So, here it is, a pictorial record of my Year of Service for the Baha'i Faith in Thailand, my true home. I needed some courage to leave my country, but the drums of heaven were pounding, and with nothing lost-nothing gained. Burning with a need to serve Baha'u'llah, I left on wheels of fire, with hardly time to even read about it. Though I feared loss and pain, the meaningless movements of my life up until then told me how it is, so I did arise. Now that I have returned to my native territory, I remember the outside world , and think, If Baha'u'llah wants me in Thailand, who can stand in the way? Now each day the sound of my desperate cry, I know that each dawn I die. Mabye too much love will kill me after all... :-)
To my little scrapbook of my Year of Service in Thailand