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I was fortunate to attend the opening ceremonies for a small Kagyu monastery called Gesar |
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One glorious day after a very long walk, Boston, Rachel and I met a woman having a picnic with herself.
The old monastery sat in silent ruins behind us. She shared with us her tea, rice, yogurt, and barley.
She showed us a small purple bell like flower, each one with a drop of sweet nectar in it.
She sang to the mountains.
We sang to the mountains.
The sun, the singing, the view, the spirit, all soared together, a place to relax deeply.
We could hear her singing for miles as we walked back to the monastery.
It was a good day.

Wangchen Rinpoche, the lama who's monastery we went to.
He is one of the finest examples I have met of what it means to
live according to Buddhas teachings.