Thursday, June 6, 2013

Starbucks Love Around the Globe


Stopover in Bangkok Airport on my way to Chiang Mai.  Don Muang, nonetheless, Bangkok's newer, step-child of an airport.  Fellow travelers fly there as rarely as possible due to its apparent inconvenience especially when connecting to other airlines, but Air Asia is now flying here. 

Thought to utilize this opportunity for clean, air-conditioned space to do work.  Business plan cleanup, Ebay-ing, social networking, fund-raising, figure out next steps in PRAY Jewelry business.  Just about anything and everything regarding my passion.  2 hours to kill.

Before entering security I saunter down the runway of typical glitzy, get-your-last-souvenir shops, mixed with convenience shops filled to the brim of candied mango, durian fruit snacks, dried fish snacks, Japanese green tea, magazines in languages I cannot read, sugar my body will not happily process.  The souvenir shops are speckled with diamond jewelry so shiny it’s impossible not to glare as I walk by.  Wooden carved elephants and Buddha’s amidst wanna be gemstone jewelry, scarves, handbags, and Thai style whatever you want.  A feast for my eyes after living in the jungle for two months, yet nothing I desire.  In fact it’s quite boring after all of 32 seconds, but at the end of the walkway there is an interesting looking store: The Royal Project Foundation.  I have never seen a store like this in an airport.  Granted, I have been away from the US for quite some time, haven’t traveled in many major airports and I am sure the world is catching up with earthy trends.  Much to my surprise, though, in the second-class Don Muang Bangkok International Airport, at the end of some shabby souvenir shops, sits a high-end, niche, organic, fair-trade market selling everything from fresh flowers to tea to perfume to sun-dried tomatoes.  What a gem.  It is clear by the site of this precious store that the world is catching up with our need to globalize, localize, improve sustainability in every way.  Even Don Muang is going green.


                                                     Royal Project Foundation Tea


Thailand is a mysterious Eastern country rich with culture, history, ancient wisdom, healing techniques, Buddhism alive and well.   As I continue past security towards my gate, I face the Thailand that is a conglomeration of East-meets-West, Starbucks available next to random coffee shops called The Coffee Club.  My Starbucks mishap in the Don Muang Airport sparked some deep emotion inside of me so I am currently blogging from The Coffee Club (drinking water).  Yes, I said it, Starbucks. 

People around the world have opinions about this multi-billion dollar franchise.  Strong opinions.  Mine have pretty much always been positive.  I love the drinks, supported Bucks as a regular customer while in the US.  When I left to backpack around the world 5 years ago, Starbucks was there for me.  In the middle of China, the need for a toilet beyond desperate, no English speakers for miles, Starbucks could always provide a free toilet, free water-fill up, and often a nice tasty treat of the Chinese variety.  Starbucks’ in different countries do not supply the same treats as those in America.  In Asian cultures there are green tea cakes, red bean pies, and the like.  Even some of the drinks are culture-specific.  In the middle of the Guangzhou railway station, a filthy industrial city in China just outside of Hong Kong, Starbucks once again came to my rescue.  I was waiting patiently for my train, which in the end was lost (longer story), in the convenience and comfort of homey Starbucks.  The home-like environment Starbucks replicates worldwide is one of its’ keys to success. 

It was this very home-like attribute that stirred something deep inside of me as I read the glowing “Starbucks” sign, about to go in.  Before I could move, tears welled in my eyes, and a knot formed in my stomach.  Where can I sit and cry?  Should I go in?  No, well, yes.  Why am I feeling such strong emotion for a silly coffee shop?   Not only does it hold meaning from travels, but also it holds strong ties to my home for 25+ years in America.  Home-SICK is the feeling inside my stomach, the churning, the yearning for…….what I don’t exactly know what.  My dear friend Francie is being flown home to Canada this summer to see her parents.  She is on a yoga teacher’s salary and cannot afford the trip herself, so this is a blessing.  Part of me apparently has a deep desire to either be able to afford this trip or be gifted such a trip.  Of course this type of trip is not a small trip, seeing as I live on the other side of the world and it would mean a bit more than a plane flight.  I am pouring my heart and soul into a project that is my purpose and truth in the world:  PRAY Jewelry.  It means sacrificing many things, including visiting home and family in the US that I wish I could see.  I miss them.  As I write this blog entry tears form and the homesick feeling that was absent for the first few years of fearless wanderlust is very much alive.  It’s funny how these emotions hit us when we least expect.

No matter what we choose to do in our daily life, with great vision there is freedom and there are limitations.  I am working towards manifesting many things, some just take a little longer than I would like.  And man, the Taurus in me is quite impatient.  It’s a good thing that in the mean-time, my life is filled with happiness, soul, passion, family (my sister and her husband frequent Asia and I was blessed to spend the past couple of months with them), global family, community, health, abundance, beauty, love, vision, adventure, dance, music, and I continue to fill in any missing spaces that arise. 

I am also blessed to know I am a soul in a body having a human experience.  Emotions arise and pass.  They are not permanent.  This experience, this life is not permanent.  This moment will pass and I will be in a new city in a couple of hours, Starbucks a mere blog post in my memory.  Until I see the next one in Chiang Mai.  

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