Kneeling down on the dusty clay street, Silencing my thoughts, Closing my eyes. Focusing in, On the voice of Chief Sensei, to his prayer and words of thanks. Kneeling around me, All the other volunteers. Chief stops chanting. All ninety eight native villagers Of all ages surround us. I smell hot rice On the thin woven bamboo mat On the ground. After weeks of hard work, Constantly moving, Sweating, And teaching. I stop. I breathe. I listen. . I hear the powerful humming Of the villagers Each saying goodbye, wishing us good fortune. Tying a pure white string On my wrist. I can almost understand Their beautiful language Just from the warmth of their hands, And the light in their eyes. . Mong, My student, Hugs and kisses me Her classmates too. I feel their little fingers wipe my tears. . These children, They are the real teachers. I open my eyes. My arms are covered in bracelets, And there is a home cooked meal at my knees. . We ate, We danced, We laughed. My ego is gone. I feel stripped down to the core. Yet overwhelmingly filled with love. . These people, They are my family. Sop Chem is home. . Poem by Hannah Kenzie @happy.han_ . #givelaos #givevolunteers #culturalimmersion #baciceremony #buildconnections #travelwithpurpose #immersivetravel #volunteerabroad (at Ban Sôpchèm, Louangphabang, Laos) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu7CkBiA1au/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=v4zhbwdjymqx