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About Me
- Jenny Beattie
- I moved with my family to Bangkok in July 2005. What do I do? I make hats and costumes; I’ve written articles, a novel and a non-fiction book is underway… I've held a variety of volunteer positions within the expat community. Tea stains is where I write and illustrate the things that consume me: life in Thailand, shop windows, books, cats, making, hats, fascinators, tea and the colour orange.
What am I reading in 2016?
The War of Art by Steven Pressfield
The Trouble with Goats and Sheep by Joanna Cannon
The Year of Taking Chances by Lucy Diamond
Mr Phillips by John Lanchester
Waiting for Sunrise by William Boyd
The Ice Twins by SK Tremayne
*Book Club choices
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- I'll be making jam next...
- Bad, bad Singha beer head
- Webbery Admin
- World Peace
- Help wanted
- Novice Buddhist Monks at Songkran (Thai New Year)
- No can do, hesitant scribe...
- A Thailand Post
- Family holidays
- Mrs Dordi
- Slightly Disaffected Ranting
- I am easily bewildered
- The People That Changed My Life
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5 comments:
Beautiful, peaceful photos.....some are so young........
Love the colour contrast of their robes and the sea :-)
Fab photo's JJ
C x
Beautiful photos. I am always covered in a sad wave when I see how young they are. But it is their destiny, isn't it?
Thank you for sharing these.
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Thank you. It was a real privilege seeing them. They couldn't take their eyes off my children and neice and nephew playing the sand with buckets and spades.
They are incredibly young. But it's not always a destiny thing here. Boys and young men who go astray, or have no family, or whose family cannot afford them may find themselves as novices in a monastry. This is a good thing -they will be fed and receive an education.
It is very common for adult men who have no desire to become a monk full time to go and be one for a few weeks. If a parent dies, the son becoming a monk for a few weeks can 'make merit' for their parent.
There is something quite extraordinary about seeing them out on the streets in Bangkok, in their saffron robes. I'm still fascinated by them.
Simply amazing. I love the photos, and fascinated by the monks too.
I only wish I had half of the optimism for life, and spiritual awareness. But then wishing for spiritual awareness is a desire, and therefore removes any chance of having it - argh! Too much for a Sunday morning.
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