[本文亦提供 中文 版本。]
There is a specific kind of mysticism on Taiwan’s East Coast. It’s rougher, more unpredictable, and much quieter than the southern beaches. I remember watching this landscape move past the train window for hours. A place where the mountains meet the sea with a very distinct energy.
During this journey, I became deeply fascinated by the connection between the Taoist gods and the landscape. I remember being introduced to Matsu, the guardian of the sea, the travellers, and the heart.
I learned that the path isn’t always smooth. Sometimes it’s a challenge to see if you’re ready for what’s next.
I still keep a 平安符 (Ping An Fu) in my wallet from a temple visit. It’s a reminder that some connections aren’t about the noise of the world, but about the rituals we protect. There is a certain strength in protecting the memories that shaped your frequency. Some anchors are meant to stay steady, no matter how far you travel.
No plans. No noise. Just the coast.
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