This is a series of journals recording my days in the Yangtze River Headwaters volunteering project. I will try to update every day but there might be delays in the days I work in the wild without the internet. I’m also trying to write bilingual if time allows. Like it? Follow my Instagram (@anar.chica.yichenguo) for updates!
Over 75% of my activities today are concentrated in the early morning and evening, which is almost the same with black-necked crane’s feeding habit. I didn’t rest a second after waking up at a quarter past six until after nine o’clock. First station patrol, and then received my dad’s former colleague and his friends on the road trip together (they also took away a bag of trash with them). And then temperature measurement which immediately followed with a team of tourists from Guangdong who bought several sets of Mr. Yang’s photography album (Mr. Yang stayed in the post office at the beginning and signed the albums for them) and Doctor Han Mei’s stone drawings (doctor Han is very happy about that). And things finally calmed down after another few groups of tourists. The extraordinarily numerous activities and sold items need to be filled in the daily report one by one. I’m afraid I would need to work until 10 pm today.
And all of a sudden I started to miss the Bende Lake. After all, I have both mental and physical needs for being in the nature. Although it is also happy being busy in the station, it always lacks the feeling of spiritual mindfulness, even if it is already quite far away from the mundane world. I guess I might still not have a high enough spiritual level, that my mind is not peaceful enough, which makes it impossible for me to practice spiritually once I’m in the normal world. I feel a bit unreal today when I think of Tokyo, the city I’ve been looking forward to. My visa has been pending for almost half a year due to coronavirus and there is no sign of opening up again yet. And when I finally arrive there, I will be lost among tens of millions of people far away from the nature again… Maybe losing the intimacy with nature is what I have to sacrifice for learning necessary knowledge and skills. As long as time is not wasted, I’m fine with anything.
I’ve been reading <The Joke> by Milan Kundera this afternoon when there was no tourist to receive. I have no idea who donated this pirated book filled with typos, and I have no idea how many books of Kundera I’ve read. Anyway, this genius’ books taste different if you read at different stages of your life or in different environments. And the taste of today is: instant noodles. No matter what spice you add, as long as it is human being, different cultures could produce extremely similar thought patterns. Prague at that time reminds me so much of the cultural revolution of China. Even the wordings of their interrogations seem to come from the same group of people, which is comparable to the Ancient Greek rhetoricians – tricking the suspects into a trap that they could never clean up themselves again.