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Patrick: wildlotus
Welcome to the wildlotus blog. Simply put, I'm planning on sharing my thoughts and experiences with our Pure Yoga community whether I'm teaching in Hong Kong, visiting Laos or studying in the United States. I promise that at some point it will be educating, sometimes funny, maybe boring, definitely interesting and hopefully inspiring. But at all times I assure you it will be honest. The coolest part is that you can write in any comments you have about what I've written. And if you let us know, we'll even post them on the blog! Enjoy!
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| 31.05.08 Taipei, Tawain super flou |
Hi from Taipei. It has been such a beautiful experience here. I had a sweet moment as I was walking the back streets just behind the studio at sunset, a cool breeze blowing, the golden fire of the asian sun descending, and the laid back peeps of Taipei strolling the stores and cafe's. The colours of the sky were so rich, and the reflection of the sunlight on the palm leaves so perfect, the sounds of the vespa's cruising by just loud enough, and of course the smells of asia all around - I felt so alive, so present to life.
I just finished the first week of the Teacher Training and am left feeling blessed. The job of a teacher is not easy. It's a beautiful position to be in, but it is not easy. Nonetheless, the students here have been so incredibly open and willing to receive that at times this week it did feel easy. The teachings are flowing and the shakti is bright.
I'm falling in love with yet another city. Now, I need to figure out how to be in four places at once... Hong Kong, Vancouver, Taipei and New York... That iron man suit could almost do the trick. For consistency I'll keep meditating on Hanuman and those Ashta Siddhi's (super powers) and let you know.
with love,
patrick
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| 29.04.08 Home, HK Sri Sri |
I was honoured to be invited by a devoted yoga student to Sri Sri Ravi Shankar's satsang tonight in Kowloon. It was filled with a huge crowd of his HK devotee's who were thrilled to see him. It was a sweet vibe in the auditorium at the HK Polytechnic University. He had a very childlike playful quality as he told stories to convey some simple truths about life, wisdom and joy. The message that hit me the deepest was also the simplest, "happiness is an indicator of wisdom." Amen.
glad to be back here on this b.l.o.g. Sending ya'll love. |
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| 23.02.08 W Hotel (c. early jan/08) The lost files of NYC |
I woke up today to the rain. jan in nyc? wierd, i was expecting snow. nonetheless, i found it comforting. it reminded me of those dark days of vancouver. those ones that seem to last from halloween until easter. don't miss that! cruised down from the hotel (most comfortable beds on earth, no kidding) towards the Puck building to take an Atmananda yoga class with Jon t. Joachim inspired both martina and I to check his studio out. It is really beautiful with an open kitchen (i think that is the missing link in todays' studio's... the element of cooking, and sharing food together as community. Jon in Taipei does that so well too!) and a beautiful mindful enegy pervades the whole space. pink walls with huge speakers ready for the ecstatic parties Jon told us he throw's. It was a really nice morning. After his class, which was saturated with his sweet colombian accent and his clear heart felt devotion for yoga and for his student, I met up with my bro, recording artist, kirtan hero, supremely friendly and generous yoga teacher Wade Morissette, for breakfast. it is always such an awesome experience when you met up with friends in foreign cities. it's always like, 'wow, can't believe you're here! Can't believe we're both here, like at the same time!" eventhough you both knew you were both going to be there. it's just fun to continually repeat that stuff, get all high off the miracle of global travel and cell phones (how else would you even meet up?). Anyway, so this afternoon walking over to the Museum of Modern Art it became dark as night, the skies poured and the thunder struck hard. it was refreshing, exciting in the way only a good strike of thunder can be, and it sent me and Martina running into the museum craving a hot espresso, which we found on the second floor thank god!, and a few hours of wandering around the inspiring pieces that include a helicoptor from the 60's, an airstream land yatch, starry night from Van Gough, my fav Piet Mondrian and the rest of the past centuries incredible pieces spanning 6 floors. what a day. then we hit the inspiring 8 floors of Barney's New York, a conscious shoppers paradise. Kinda like LaneCrawford but with a bunch of rock stars loitering about and central park down the street. New York New York. An inspiring city, and the location of the next Pure Yoga! Yes, we have partnered up with Equinox Gym in New York who are opening their first dedicated yoga studio on 86th and 3rd Ave. Kay Kay Clivio, our dear HK kula member who left us for the big city lights of manhattan, has been helping Equinox build their team, and Julia McCabe may be joining her to teach Pure Style to the masses in the big apple. I can't wait for my next visit when I can wander down from Dean & Deluca's to a beautiful practice with my friends in the hood of Dharma, Jiva and the Bowery Museum.
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| 26.12.07 HOME Day 360 |
sometimes i become paralyzed when i sit down to write an email to a good friend. my mind begins to think about all that has transpired in my life since i last spoke to them, and the list grows exponentially until my mind blows and i decide there is simply too much to write down in the 10 minutes i have alotted. alas, paralysis sets in and i log out.
same with this blog. this year has been so incredibly full of dramatic, amazing, profound, and truly epic moments, changes and events that everytime i sit down to write out a blog my mind uploads too much info, and then blows a gasket. i decide, 'there's no way i can write out the life changing experiences from the past 8, 12, 24, 36, 81 or however many hours that have transpired since my last entry. So, what happens? Weeks go by.
Top 5 unreported epics: The tale of the full Kora with Stephen around Mt. Kailash (it's coming...), The moment I stood at the currency exchange booth in Kathmandu and saw the Canadian dollar at a higher value than the U.S., having my best bro Mark from Canada fly out to simply hang in HK with me, Spending a week in Tokyo with John and the Anusara HK crew!, having thanksgiving dinner with John, Christy, and Kelly in Shanghai, hosting John in Hong Kong finally, taking him on Dragons Back, having John Friend in my morning yoga class. The list goes on and on, and I have a full story in my mind of each of them. Daniel and Kathleen staying with me for a week. Then there's practicing with the the Taipei teaching Kula, amazing, spending 5 days with the Singapore crew, staying with Felisa and Max. All so worthy of a little story...
I will practice letting go this coming year. Letting go of having everything to be so perfect, but instead, allow things to flow more, on the blog and in life. This is beginning to sound like a new years resolution. And it is kinda. I love this time of year for self reflection and self renewal. The date gives us reference. So thank god for the calendar year. It's nearing the end of december, 5 days to go. Then, wahlah, and we are given a clean slate. start again, as they say, with the first day of the first month of a whole new year, give yourself some space to reflect, remember and embrace the lessons from last year, and then begin again. I mean really, this is like getting on the yoga mat every morning. We begin again. first dog pose, first vinyasa, they are created for the first time again, with all the blessings of our past practices, all our knowledge, our insights, and our new gained strength.
I now let go of today, so that I can begin afresh tomorrow. Day 361. It's gonna be good.
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| 30.10.07 hk s.a.r. ya, here we are... |
edit: i wrote this two weeks ago... anyway... still true.
Wow, it feels good to be home. It's so grounding to arrive back in Hong Kong and have the feeling of being home. What I mean to say, is that it feels different this time back. While I was home in Canada I was visiting my family in the midst of my mother selling of our family home in Whistler. The house I grew up in, the one that has housed all my 'other stuff' for all these years. You know, the stuff that stays hidden in your parents house in the basement... in case you really need it one day. Old skiis, old pictures, my entire lifes' collection of winter clothes, like real winter clothes. Things made of wool, and down (no fur). Not so common in these parts. Now my mom sold her house (and I was still thinking it was our house...) and with it got rid of everything in her basement. So, here I rest at my house in midlevels HK, with a wonderful mix of things I've collected over the years, a painting from Hanoi, a mask from west africa, a statue from Bali, a couch from france... some pictures, a coupla tee shirts, and that's pretty much it. No stash of my other things anywhere. No alternate reality where my other life exists. No other life path waiting if this one doesn't really work out. That little hidden agenda of snowboards and sweaters waiting if this whole asian experience flops, where I can ditch outta here and resume back in my previous life where I left off. I hadn't realized how powerful the attachment to these material possessions had become and how powerful this issue in my life was playing out until now, until it is no longer. I'm pleased about it tho. I'm home, and I'm with everything I own. It's all here. My whole material life is in this apartment. And I've decided to pare down, to continue the letting go process with my HK material stash as well. Let's see how it all unfolds. Anyway, this reflection has made me feel really home this time returning. Really home. Like I said, grounding and strange at the same time. |
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| 15.10.07 Wildlotus SHANGHAI |
I am excited to announce I will be teaching a weekend of classes Nov 2-4 in Shanghai @ Namaste Yoga Shala the beautiful boutique studio of Duncan Wong.
I would love to see you there! |
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| 10.10.07 hk s.a.r. DOG TOWN (Kailash Kronicles, vol. II) |
Since moving to Asia I've always described Hong Kong as a village to my friends abroad. A village of millions, yes, but a village nonetheless. I remember hearing someone else describe it as a university campus. It does feel like that to me. I went away for six weeks, almost four of those weeks were in Nepal and Tibet, way out of what I know as civilization, communication and anything familiar. So, returning to this city of 6.or.7.or.8 million people came as quite a shock last weekend, with the sounds, the smells, the heat, the smog, the people. Actually, the people is what makes this place feel like a village to me. I mean, you don't have to walk more than 100 feet from your door it seems to run into 3 friends, 2 acquaintances (people you say hello to, but that seems to be it...) and your old starbucks baristar who always remembers your regular order from three years ago of a triple extra hot poured long in a grande cup americano. Seriously, where else does this happen?
However, metaphors aside, Hong Kong is a mega-city and we are sharing a very small piece of land with a wholelotta people. While I was away this past month I had the good fortune of visiting some Tibetan villages and experiencing the benefits of living in an actual village. As you can imagine, it is vastly different to the feeling of being in the city. In Tibet the night sky is unimpeded by anything, and the blackness is at its darkest, the stars at their brightest like a string of diamonds. It sounds so cliche, but there is no other way to describe it. The words that come to mind when thinking back to describe the experience of being in that wild open space is nothing less than poetic.
There is one main road through Tibet, from east/Lhasa to west/Kailash&beyond. Our route took this road for days along the portion of it from the Nepalese border all the way east to Kailash. Along the way we passed through a handful of villages. Most of these small towns are fairly non-descript, however, upon deeper inspection they have a lot of character: small wall around them made of earth coloured clay like concrete, with a gate at one end to drive through, a monestary inside with prayer wheels lining all four sides, prayer flags streaming off the roof, usually a string of one story buildings made up of the same greyish/brown earth coloured clay like concrete, all adorned with Yak skulls, horns, yak furs, painted Buddist symbols and some random writing of something or another. A few kids riding around on strange looking bicycles, always one or two slow moving drunk looking motorcycle men with cowboy hats and no-where seemingly to go.
One of the villages we stopped, visited and slept overnight in ended up being referring to as 'Dog Town'. No one knew the name, and there were alot of dogs, hence the name. It was in the remote western side of Tibet on the road to Kailash a four day drive from the Nepalese border through the most epic terrain I had ever seen in my life. As I said in my previous blog written from the highlands, we were being escorted by 4 Tibetan drivers who each piloted their own 95/96 Toyota Landcruisers. ** I must comment on these trucks. It became obvious after a while that these were the ultimate vehicle for the harsh conditions of Tibet (read:the moon) because they account for probably 99% of all cars/trucks in the country. And they can make it through anything. Anything, I mean the whole driving portion of our trip was like the best possible ad campaign for Toyota ever - through rivers where bridges were washed out or collapsed, across huge boulder fields, across the most trecherous ditches and gullies I've ever seen, through more rivers, like full rivers and even up and over rockslides. Like I said, those days of driving were some of the wildest miles I've ever experienced. (And consider I grew up in British Columbia with a truck myself and took it as far off road as I could... yes, embarrassingly in highschool I drove a 'lifted' Nissan 4x4, rollbar, top lights, the whole kit. terrible).
Back to DogTown. It initially looked like most towns we'd seen, only the peculiar thing about this one town was the incredible number of wild dogs that seemed to rule the land. The night before Roger had given us our post dinner 'briefing' of the next days events and described 'DogTown' as a small village of sheep and yak herders. Then he added, don't get too romantic, because its not. Roger's briefings became a highlight of each evening. sitting around listening to him made you feel like you were really on an adventure. We weren't allowed to ask many questions, especially questions about what would be happening beyond tomorrow. Roger was adament about staying present to the experience at hand, about what was right in front of us or about to be. This tactic worked wonders and allowed me to let go of the planning mind and become alive to 'being here now.' When we stopped at our guest house, which was walled in within the town's own walls, we noticed a few dogs lurking around outside the gates. When we all deboarded our Toyota Space-cruisers Roger gathered us to say, "we will meet for dinner in two hours. You are free to check out the village, the monastery, the fields out beyond where the herders tents are, but, be careful. There are lots of wild dogs here. Lots. Be careful of the dogs. Especially the women." I mean, that kind of message doens't inspire you to go for a jog through town at sunset. It reminded me of the line from the film American Werewolf In London, 'Stay out of the moors...'
Stephen and I decided the sunlight was far too beautiful, and the surroundings far too breathtaking (and it was... a huge valley of fields laying out from the village all the way to the base of a range of moutains in the 6000m range. It looked like a painting) to pass up a picture taking wander. Roger said, pick up a rock if the dogs get too close. Nuff said.
First we walked up through the village. All Tibetan eyes on us. Have you seen Star Wars? I hope so. Remember Tatoine? The Sand planet Luke Skywalker grew up on? The bar scene with that infamous tune with the horns? That's this town, without the interesting bar music. The motocyclists (that's a stretch) and bicyclists (you get the picture) stopped to have a good look at us two canadians wearing wool toques, wrap around sunglasses and beards. We stood and watched a few 15 year olds play pool on a table that looked like a hand-me-down from some foreign army, all off balance, sitting outside under the sun in the sand. The tallest kid obviously the pool shark - swearing in tibetan and talkin with a prowess, wishing we knew what he was saying. I did too. So, pretty much, the village was at full tilt, with nothing at all going on. So we ended up walking out into the surrounding fields where the landscapce steals the show. Off in the distance a small shed was dominated by the towering mountains behind it. It all looked like a painting from South America. I kept thinking this must be what Patagonia looks like. Then I'd return to the moment and realize I was in Tibet. This is what Tibet looks like. I have so many bruises from pinching myself each day. Really. Finally we had our show down with the dogs. We came across a patch of grass with upwards of 40 dogs. They were acting very wild, ferocious, mean, and eratic. It totally freaked us out. Ended up that they were all play fighting. It sure didn't sound like playing at first. It was the fiercest dog sounds I had ever heard. Stephen and I dubbed them all 'KUJO'. Remember that movie? Awful plot. We grabbed a few rocks and walked swiftly past them towards our guest house. As we were turning the corner inside the gates we looked back and saw 3 Tibetan kids like 4 or 5 years old all running into the pack of wild dogs laughing. Nothing like a couple of toddlers to make you feel like a real wuss. Its like they were aquaman talking to the sea horses. Crazy and hilarious at the same time.
That night we stood out under the stars. Not a sound for as far as we could hear. Not even an airplane flying above. Then we could hear a dog barking far off in the distance. And a childs laugh. DogTown.
To be in such a quiet space can be unsettling at first. Well, I suppose not for everyone, but living in hong Kong and enduring the extreme levels of noise pollution that we do creates such a tolerance for it, that when there isn't any noise the system doesn't have anything to figure out or deal with and it melts down a little. What do you call that? A cultural come down? It was for the first few days, then the silence, especially at night became so nourishing and renewing. Sitting out there in the open without any distractions from raw nature is so healing and empowering. It seems so rare these days to feel that uninhibited connection to the pure earth surrounding us. So precious.
These rich experiences that bring back to that direct connection to the raw earth are gifts. It's the experience much like that of practicing yoga on the mat. Coming back into the feeling of the breath, so simple and so powerful. To be at home in my body, to feel the freedom my body gives my spirit to move, to twist, to fly. It's simply amazing. Yet I forget. I travelled a long way, faced wild dogs all to remember such simple truths.
Since I've been back my morning mediations have been a wander through my mind, to that space, that open space under the stars in the Tibetan night sky. For the months leading up to my travels at the roof of the world were filled with moments that I would dream about what it would look like, what it would feel like to experience that sight. It was as enlightening as I dreamed, only bigger.
...more to come... dream on... |
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| 10.09.07 3700m THE SKIES OVER TIBET (Kailash Kronicles, vol. I) |
on friday saturday morning i woke up to the sound of roosters and children, making almost the same sound! Yolanda, our host at the Trekkers Holiday guest house had indian chai tea ready for us, and true swiss meusli. All at 5 minutes before 6am. Kathmandu is a mystical place, an convergence of cultures and expeditions from everywhere, to what seems like anywhere.
we boarded a bus with our guide, Roger, and headed towards the Tibetan border town. The drive was beautiful taking us through deep river valleys around sheer drop offs down into raging rivers. We stopped about 4 hours into it for a small lunch of chapati, dhal, rice and chai. the food has been waaaay better than I expected (my travels through rural africa are a completely different kitchen tale). Then onward and upward towards the border where we were met by an enourmous land slide that had a huge back up of buses, old 70's toyota corolla's, and mid 90's land cruisers. The make of cars in this kind of situation is significant. This kind of living isn't very forgiving, things either work, or they don't. At least I've found that if you see old cars on the road way out in the wild, they have proven their worth. And these toyota's have done just that. I was blown away by the capacity of those little corolla's. I'm thinking about getting one when I head back to HK. probably not.
We sat in the sun, talked alittle while our guide ran up ahead, all the way to the other side of the slide and found that there were buses on the other side. BUt only a few, and they wouldn't be able to take all the waiting travellers (mostly nepalese and tibetan) to the border from the other side.
Roger, who is a quiet, contemplative, but massive swiss wildman, came back and was like, "ok, it's like this. When I travel, I don't stop. like ever. If you're up for it, I say we unload our whole expedition, the all bags, barrels of food, etc, hire a bunch of porters (teenagers hanging around laughing...) and run up over the landslide, through the little river and hail ourselves the first available bus/truck to the border. If we can hurry, and make it all happen in the next hour and half, we'll make it through to tibet before the border closes." That's percisely what happened.
We crossed the little river, found the first truck, it was a big cube/cargo truck with four guys(kids really) sitting around waiting for something to happen. It did, 14 internationals with our swiss guide and 4 full time nepalese guides/cooks/support staff arrived, loaded all of our gear into the back, climbed in (with six passengers in the front cabin no less) just as it began to pour rain. Perfect timing once again.
We arrived at the border just as a high altitude italian climbing team arrived and we all laughed at our luck of making it to the border in time, relatively dry. Through the border, across the massive flowing river that divides these two magical countries and our passports finally make it into the chinese border guards hands. Expressionless, almost motionless, yet hassle free.
Next, same day right?, we sat in a little cafe, don't get me wrong, this place is not the NAAM (for those of you in Vancouver) or the Brunch Club (for those in HK), this place was a shack, nothing quaint about it, smokey, cardboard like walls, little couches strewn across the room, and a makeshift plywood table and an exposed bulb hanging from the roof. It wierdly reminded me of places I'd been back in my arctic days of cruising the YUKON in Canada. That sparked a smile... and the fact that the woman who was running the place was so beautiful, happy, and generous. They welcomed all of us (Roger is a dear friend of their's... he's done this trip 70 times. Did I mention he's the man... the real deal.)
We were served this incredible soup, spicy and noodly... I loved it. Stephen and I joked how we'd be craving it in like six months on some beach in Bali.
We sat in that cafe for almost four hours. 4. I went in and outta sleep like a baby, not sure where I was each time I'd wake up. It was dark outside and raining heavily. The road ahead, 'The Friendship Highway' was under heavy construction until 11pm each night. So we waited.
Once it opening we loaded back up into our kitted out Toyota Landcruisers and our Nepalese drivers showed us how to get it done. This road, as Stephen said over and over, was the gnarliest thing either of us had ever seen. Absolutely incredible. At one point there was an enormous waterfall coming down from about 50ft. above cascading right over the road (which is like 1 truck wide right? you know...) as our headlights lit it up we were all open mouthed gagging at the epic picture infront of us. Another late night drive...
3 hours later and we arrived in pitch black to our small tibetan town of " i have no idea... but it's 3700meters up". Roger had rented a private house with 8 bedrooms, one big open room/kitchen, and one bathroom. Pretty nice. (read:onebathroom) Stephen and I have the corner room on the second floor over looking the yak herders and the road that leads north towards Lhasa. All I keep thinking is that this place, this kingdom, is a dream.
Our first morning in tibet we had a long sleep in. Roger instructed us to take care as we had gained tremendous altitude throughout the day and we should sleep til noon. not a problem. Really. fried rice, boiled eggs and toast for breakfast. Not bad at all. Roger says, I advise you to avoid drinking coffee as it is a dieretic. Then he proceeded to pour what was the equivalent to a triple americano. Nice lead. I held off as only a rookie trekker should.
Stephen and i took off and hiked up into the hills surrounding our sweet little frontier town and wandered along this sweet meandering creek for a few hours talking about life, and laughing at the magnitude of this place. towering Himalayan peaks pointing our hearts skyward all around.
Our day culminated with a rough drive up 15km to a lush valley where we all took a stroll through this enchanting little village where the farmers were working the earth by hand and signing as we walked by. The colours were gorgeous, green grasslands, earthy brown hillsides, majestic blue skies and again the beckoning white of the worlds highest mountains above. On our short drive back to town we were met by a landslide. Aparently this is normal. Well, we sat telling jokes and talking about spirituality with our new friends for an hour and half as they cleared a tiny passage through the huge bourlders that had fallen, and on home.
I slept again in a weird dream state of not knowing where I was all night. Interesting.
Today was epic. I feel it is almost too much to go on, but tomorrow we will lose our communication with the 'other/outside' world for some time. So this is probably it.
Right then, today. I drank coffee. Albeit, terrible instant chinese stuff, but it was coffee. i put in a scoop of this 'i wish it was hot chocolate' and a little fake milk stuff. Not bad, honestly, when you're like 10000miles from starbucks, or whatever fixitstation you like, the faint aroma of coffee can do the trick. And get this, pancakes for breakfast. I had expected to write about the prison food conditions, but our nepalese bro's are serious chef's. It was fun.
We took to the hills again, for what roger (now read: infamous epic swiss pilgrim turned Tibetan Buddist who wears black jeans and birkenstocks while we all don the newest outdoor trekking attire, and is very unsocial, yes he's our guide, no he doens't talk much... and when he does speak it's german most of the time anyway) says another acclimatization mission. So, we cross this little bridge high above this tight canyon over a raging river, walked up a step stretch through a bunch of yak herding villages while the tibetan women made butter. it looked delicious. about 2 hours up we met a small tibetan monestary with a mandala of prayer flags reaching out in all directions, the wind blowing them in the perfect manner. Just above was Milarepa's cave. Milarepa was Tibet's most famous Yogi, about 800 years ago. he spent somthing like 12 years in this cave meditating. Incredible. The energy in the cave was totally captivating. We sat for a while in the cool air inside as the sun rose higher and higher beating stronger and stronger on the valley below us.
After lunch the group walked back down valley as Stehpen and I decided to continue up to a higher perch. Just to see what was up there. We climbed up a cool little chimney chute with loose shale rock sliding under our feet. Adrenaline pumping, it was alivening.
Having grown up in the mountains then moved away to a big city I find myself being reminded of a spirit in me that has been somewhat quiet for these past few years. It felt beautiful. We sat at the top of a rigde in silence and watched the birds below us riding the thermals. that first scene in Baraka (excellent movie if you haven't seen it...) came to mind. What a dream this place is.
It's late now, 1030 or so, and I just left the little chinese bath house. First shower in 3 days... after two epic hikes. that felt about as good as it gets. Beautiful. The facilities weren't so, but the experience sublime. That's it really, the experience itself so rich already, and although we are still a week away from the sacred Mt. Kailash I can feel it's power. Shiva is ever present here. We just heard that a huge landslide happened yesterday between here and the nepalese border we had just come from. Trucks, buses, and people all stopped in their tracks as the earth makes its own shifts. We're lucky, blessed really to have made it through to where we are now.
I'll leave it at this. In a spontaneous little dharma talk today at the cave, Roger said it is important to clarify who has caused you the most pain and suffering in your life. And those that have brought you the most happiness. And to meditate on both. To thank them both. They truly are our teachers, helping to create the person, and the path that we have become.
Mt. Kailash is a very powerful and special place. It is believed that Kailash elevates your prayers 1000 fold.
I will send blessings over and over through this journey. What a dream.
with prayers from tibet,
Patrick
P.S. after such a long hiatus from writing my blog, I think I may have beaten A. medin for the longest post yet. Maybe. |
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