Nothing Happening

Nothing happens in Bhutan.  Even when you think something is happening, it isn’t. Sure, it looks like stuff is happening.  Cows traipse in the middle of the road, eagles soar in tandem overhead, pine trees droop and drape and announce themselves with great dignity over vast expanses of hillside.  Large Indian army trucks honk theirContinue reading “Nothing Happening”

Expanding Views

I was looking out over the vast valley this chilly morning, the high peaks covered in fresh snow, and there was a moment of expansion.  Perspective, perhaps.  How easy it is to get caught in our own little world, to fixate on pain and discomfort. Standing there staring into the immense space created by skyContinue reading “Expanding Views”

Following Machig’s footsteps to Ha valley

Well things are winding down here, sadly. I would stay a lot longer if I could. Drove to Ha, the next valley over with a few friends, 2 Bhutanese girls (Sonam and Sonam) and firey Sri Lankan Ashok, giggling most of the day. We brought a big picnic and a camera, and when we arrivedContinue reading “Following Machig’s footsteps to Ha valley”

Meeting Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Yangsi

So last week I learned that Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche’s Yangsi (it means child incarnation before they assume their teaching responsibilities) lives just down the road from me here. He’s 15-16, just about to go away (to Bodhgaya and Kathmandu) for the winter, so I started asking around how I could go see him. Because heContinue reading “Meeting Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Yangsi”

84,000 paths

Its strange to hear news of the world from here. Life on earth as I have come to know it feels like a distant dream…goals and aspirations, career path, shopping, social obligations, rent. Here streams babble louder than discursive mind.I’ve just had a nice chat with Khenpo Phuntsho Tashi, director of the Paro museum. HeContinue reading “84,000 paths”