Built in the 8th Century, Wangdi Dzong is the oldest temple in Bhutan. The deeply worn flagstone floors vibrate with 1200 yeas of chants, prayers, and meditations. The stone seems to have collected centuries of thoughts, hopes, and dreams and fused them into a silent song of connection and joy.
I was very reluctant to leave, hungry for more time to satisfy my yearning for this sweet sensation and vibration, but 
I suspect that hunger in me will never be satisfied. Wangdi Dzong is a sacred place that touched me deeply. It is so familiar to me, as familiar and welcoming as home. Where does that come from?
