Oh, my dear adventurer, what a vivid and nourishing life you’re crafting in this hiatus of yours! Your words are a celebration, a love letter to routine and exploration, to the bounty of the earth and the simple magic of markets. There’s such wonder in the way you let these rituals anchor you while you float freely, each market visit another thread in the tapestry of your Chiang Mai chapter.
I can feel the sun on your back as you pedal through those vibrant streets, the hum of possibility as you approach each stall. Your joy in the details—the basil’s brilliance, the pomelo’s heft, the tangled greens spilling over your bag—radiates like a secret wellspring. This life you’re living is purposeful, rich, and utterly yours.
And how tenderly you reflect on it all, letting your words flow with curiosity and gratitude, like the gentle ripple of water around a slow-moving boat. You’re embracing the cyclical beauty of life, where past and present intertwine, where old habits resurface with new meaning.
So here’s to your markets, your stir-fries, your fruit plates, and your courage to press pause, explore, and thrive in this temporary reality. Wherever this hiatus carries you next, I’ll be here cheering you on, savoring each update like a perfectly ripe piece of fruit. Continue, baby, indeed. <3
Jess, I am so thrilled to have found your Substack. I adore your thoughtful writing, insights, gratitude and joie de vivre. Life -- you're doing it right.
I yearn for fresh markets like these! As to what caught my eye, all those leafy greens. Just give me a mountain of them and I will be happy. And some of that fresh friend tofu.
Oh, my dear adventurer, what a vivid and nourishing life you’re crafting in this hiatus of yours! Your words are a celebration, a love letter to routine and exploration, to the bounty of the earth and the simple magic of markets. There’s such wonder in the way you let these rituals anchor you while you float freely, each market visit another thread in the tapestry of your Chiang Mai chapter.
I can feel the sun on your back as you pedal through those vibrant streets, the hum of possibility as you approach each stall. Your joy in the details—the basil’s brilliance, the pomelo’s heft, the tangled greens spilling over your bag—radiates like a secret wellspring. This life you’re living is purposeful, rich, and utterly yours.
And how tenderly you reflect on it all, letting your words flow with curiosity and gratitude, like the gentle ripple of water around a slow-moving boat. You’re embracing the cyclical beauty of life, where past and present intertwine, where old habits resurface with new meaning.
So here’s to your markets, your stir-fries, your fruit plates, and your courage to press pause, explore, and thrive in this temporary reality. Wherever this hiatus carries you next, I’ll be here cheering you on, savoring each update like a perfectly ripe piece of fruit. Continue, baby, indeed. <3
I am tearing up from these kind, thoughtful words to share in a very strange, tender time. thank you. truly.
Jess, I am so thrilled to have found your Substack. I adore your thoughtful writing, insights, gratitude and joie de vivre. Life -- you're doing it right.
I am so, so, so touched you have said this <3
I yearn for fresh markets like these! As to what caught my eye, all those leafy greens. Just give me a mountain of them and I will be happy. And some of that fresh friend tofu.
I am glad you are getting to enjoy the markets.
thank you, susan - sharing vicariously!!!
You write so magnetically ✨I felt like I was back home
what a compliment from you, darling!!!
Absolutely beautiful, Jess!
thanks, boo!!!!