One never knows when one will die. That is one of the first four practices of the Nyingma tradition in Buddhism — the first of the four…
As I reunited with my wife Norbu, and on our way back to the village. We received bad news in Lhasa that crazy uncle passed away. I knew him since I was six. He had been known to be drunk all the time, wandering around the mountains, day and night, calling a name: Sara.
It had taken us a week to rebuild the cairn and successfully restore peace in our village. Large groups of builders and villagers helped to rebuild the cairn, whereas I took part in three rituals to successfully complete the cairn restoration. I have followed strict procedures for…
Following the days after the New Year celebrations, the local nuns and monks invited as many of the village people as they could to attend the monastery to discuss the funeral rights for the body of “Crazy Uncle”. I made my way over to the monastery on the…