Xin Chào Ban! Greetings from South Haven, Michigan, United States of America

Xin Chào Ban! Greetings from South Haven, Michigan, United States of America

I’m taking in the photo above with an enormous grin and gargantuan sigh, having traveled home 8,106 miles from northernmost Thailand and my beloved Chang Rai, after two healing weeks in North and South Vietnam, welcoming the new year of the Horse 2026. In the past, It’s been important to me to write and I suppose post while traveling and visiting with my fiends and family in Vietnam. And books will soon be written inspired by Phan Doan Tuan, my northern brother, as well as his daughters, my sweet nieces Phan Châu Giang, Phan Châu Anh, and Phan Châu Phuong. Alas, this year, so many tuyet voi (wonderful) experiences and realizations occurred, I took notes, I even clearly took videos, but the trip was mine. And now, safely home, as the magical Mekong Delta dust settles, we’re happy to share.

So much posting must occur, fortunately or unfortunately. After a week in Saigon with Phuc traveling to new seaside cities like Vung Tàu, New Year’s Day led us North to the sacred Huong or Perfume Pagoda, where Tuan first took me in 2009. The name "Perfume Pagoda" is said to come from the sweet fragrance of the wildflowers and herbs that fill the area during the blooming season, particularly in spring. The fragrance is believed to carry the blessings of the goddess Quan Am, electrifying the spiritual atmosphere. In Vietnamese, "Chua Huong" directly translates to "Pagoda of Fragrance", a name that perfectly encapsulates the divine aroma that lingers in the air during pilgrimages. An exotic, peaceful, prayerful New Year’s Day.

Call me Diên, “Crazy” in Vietnamese, and some good Viet people no doubt have, but I spotted this beautiful Catholic Church from aways off on the motor bike ride back to Ha Noi, and had Tuan stop. “This is the Church in Phu Xuyên - Ha Tay”, Tuan informed me later. It was a wonderful moment, capturing the congregation happily celebrating New Years Day, along with wishing some curious children Chuc Mung Nam Moi, Happy New Year! This happens all over the land, the locals sweetly curious of the người nước ngoài (foreigner).

After all expectations for Holiday healing and renewal were blown sky high, we made our way to the mountainous city and province Chiang Rai, the very special area known as The Golden Triangle. There, where, Thailand, Laos, and Myanmar all converge along the banks of the Mekong River, I made a few new friends as well as a new commitment to land and animal conservation at Elephant Camp. I also learned valuable information about the Moh Phi, or the Soul Doctor, the traditional healers of the White Hmong, Lahu, Akha, & Padong “Long Neck” Tribe of Myanmar. It doesn’t all occur in one visit, and so we’ll be back.

Lastly, our visit concluded with a visit to Thailand’s Opium Museum, highlighting Queen Sirikit, the Queen Mother of Thailand, recognized for her vital role in transforming the Golden Triangle by promoting alternative livelihoods for local hill tribes. Through the SUPPORT Foundation and royal development projects, she helped shift the region from opium poppy cultivation toward sustainable agriculture and traditional handicrafts, reducing poverty and improving rural living conditions. Quite a feat, and the work of a true, beloved leader

As a former marketing guy, I found the video marking the concluding corridor of the museum pretty brilliant, accompanied by quotes like: “Live not as though there were a thousand years ahead of you; Fate is at your elbow, make yourself good while life and power are still yours.” ~ Marcus Aurelius Roman Emperor-Philosopher (A.D. 121-180). Truth! Powerful new aims have overtaken our efforts at The Higher Haven. Yet, I’m happy to report that having just completed April’s Way of the Contrary Ceremonial weekend, we will indeed be offering our semi-secret, supercharged, signature healing weekend in May, and June, and July, to the general public, for now. And 2026’s first chance to take in our world-renowned, signature Vipassana Meditation class - Meditation and Mindfulness 101- happens Mother’s Day weekend. Welcome Xuân (Spring)!

Tucson Trains As Promised

Tucson Trains As Promised

“I got so down and out in 'Frisco
Tired of the pills and the rain picked up, headed for the sunshine
I left a good thing behind
Seemed all of our love was in vain
My baby's coming in on the Tucson train

I come here looking for a new life
One I wouldn't have to explain
To that voice that keeps me awake at night
When a little peace would make everything right
If I could just turn off my brain
Now my baby's coming in on the Tucson train

We fought hard over nothing
We fought till nothing remained
I've carried that nothing for a long time
Now I carry my operator's license
And spend my days just running this crane
My baby's coming in on the Tucson train

Hard work'll clear your mind and body
The hard sun will burn out the pain
If they're looking for me, tell 'em buddy
I'm waiting down at the station
Just praying to the five-fifteen
I'll wait all God's creation
Just to show her a man can change
Now my baby's coming in on the Tucson train”

That’s Bruce Springsteen’s ode to one of the coolest, most transformative Western towns around. The pic is of my Teacher, the great Shinzen Young, crossing paths with my trusted sidekick, Rosalita Bernice Tootalian,at an impromptu Christmas Day Dim Sum. Rosalita (Don’t) Jump a Little Higher! Like a good Heyoka, I’m trying to talk Shinny into visiting Crooked Tooth or Borderlands or some other Tucson brewery, before RoZie and I turn the boat around to complete our perhaps now annual mission, and head back East on Interstate 10.

Relishing our time under the Sonoran Desert sun, our off-season odyssey will soon have us back in South Haven, Michigan for a cold minute. Then we’ll visit Vietnam for Tet, welcoming the New Year of the Horse (Ngựa). Post Lunar NYE, we venture Northwest to spend some quality time with the Pachyderm Nation residing in The Golden Triangle, the mountainous region where Myanmar, Laos, and Thailand come together, and the Mekong and Ruak rivers meet. Goods times. And we’re grateful to be able to renew our own practice on retreat.

We’ll be back in March for more 2026 planning, but, for now, if you’re interested in discovering a happiness that has little to do with the outer world’s worsening warble, then come out for April’s Way of The Contrary Ceremonial Retreat Weekend. Or join us for a deep dive into the Meditation Master Shinzen’s teaching on what the entire sweep of Mindfulness is truly about: Concentration, Relaxation, Insight, and Unconditional Love, coupled with days of stillness practice, at our Spring Noble Silence Meditation Retreat Weekend (NMSR). Sending good thoughts and prayers from The Road that Truly Leads Somewhere. Until the Next, P + R


 Próspero Año y Felicidad + FAM (First American's Museum)

Próspero Año y Felicidad + FAM (First American's Museum)

Happy New Year — Feliz Año Nuevo (!) — from the American Southwest, where we’re comfortably tossing around the traditional Spanish New Year greeting, with high hopes for a prosperous year and mucho happiness ahead. Our crazy, cross-country jaunt took us from a semi-frozen South Haven, Michigan, to Chicago, Illinois, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Amarillo, Texas, Sante Fe, New Mexico, and finally Christmas eve in Tucson, Arizona, hence the festive Feliz Navidads. Along the 2,032 mile way, we saw old friends, made new ones, and, while thundering thru Oklahoma, made a meaningful stop at The First Americans Museum (FAM).

Seeing as how we’re just about to saddle up for the blessed New Year of The Horse, we found the pictures and words featured in the gallery’s signature exhibition OKLA HOMMA particularly engaging. Honoring each of the oral histories and diverse stories of the 39 tribes present in Oklahoma today, audio pods and a cool, immersive theater evoked the tribes’ historic perspective, bringing forth stories both tragic and triumphant, describing the people’s practices and experiences on ancestral lands, the hardship of removal and assimilation, as well as present day progress and hopes for the future, a very forthright history from the perspectives of America’s tribal people.

The FAM Mound shown above rises 90 feet high, with a circular shape recalling the movement of the sun across the sky, honoring Mound Builder cultures that thrived across North America from 3500 BCE to 1751 CE. Regarding time, It’s actually 11:57 p.m. Arizona Mountain Time, and while I was eager to toss up a post on January 1st, 2026, it appears to be registering January 2nd and so, more thoughts shortly on FAM, life-giving indigenous spirituality, tonight’s Wolf Super Moon, Tucson trains, etc.