I am leaving Taipei in a few hours after almost four days. I don’t know why but I couldn’t connect with her, and it is not her fault. It is only chemistry, it didn’t spark for me.

I promise I tried. Her people, streets, sounds, smells were too far away. I reached out, even touched and then they slipped out of my hands.

There was one exception. My hotel. Her name is Landis Taipei. She wrapped me around gently, silently and carefully like a mother. Always kind, present, attentive and quiet. Her soothing energy vibrated all over me. She gave me a very beautiful present: a tiny, scenic, beautiful meditation room at the rooftop.

Disconnected from Taipei, I connected with myself. The meditation room was my bridge. Each time I entered her, a beautiful energy caressed my skin. A tiny room, barely for two people. No one ever came by, it was my sacred space. When I sat down on the cushions, I could almost touch the sky. Some days cloudy and rainy, somedays brilliantly shiny. She offered beautiful classical music, sometimes flute, sometimes harp or the piano accompanied by ocean waves in the background. A peaceful gateway into my soul.

Who knows whom else she held space for? Listened to their prayers, cries, breaths; for how long? Which paths have been designed in her arms, what was let go, what hurt?

Taipei, you gave me the most beautiful present even though I didn’t connect with you. I feel it is the same for you. You still courteously and gracefully served your purpose. You held space for me. I remembered long forgotten memories, desires, dreams. I released long held tears.

I am leaving you now with a full heart. I had to travel half the world to come to your meditation room so that I find myself. Sometimes we find our home when we are most far away from home; in us.