The bowl of milk rice

As I sat at the top of the Himalayan mountains with my eyes closed and legs crossed, I embraced the crisp air and gentle breeze that caressed me. The subtle rustling of leaves between the Bodhi trees whispered into my ears the secrets of the night long gone. As I calmed my soul and freed…

Story of Julian and his settlement in the village.

The beginning

Tashi delek! My name is Tashi, which in Tibetan means prosperity. I am a young woman, living in a small Himalayan village, near a raging river. I used to live in Lhasa, the capital of Tibet, but when my father passed away when I was 12, I moved here to live with my uncle. Both my father and uncle were…

October 1

Last night’s hailstorm was even worse than predicted, and it was followed by torrential rains. Many of our houses have been severely damaged and fields have been destroyed. Even the caves of our local hermits were flooded. Fortunately, a few people visited the amulet seller in the Deer Park, and those who…

The Calm Before the Storm : Deposition October 1 2014

My name is Kya and I am 23 years young; I am an artists of sorts and my strengths lay in the painting of vibrant murals depicting the teachings of the Buddha. My Father taught me all that I know and I sincerely hope that I am honoring…