This was the view as I meditated. After writing yesterday's post, my mind was full of thoughts. Not the best for quietness. What was I going to write about next? Could I write about people? What are the rules for blogs? Are there blog police who check you are doing the right thing? What is the point of the blog? The goal....
The leaf continued being a leaf. Happily.
Yesterday, we met Angay. Here she is. Angay won't be upset if I write about her. She won't know. Like Misty. Angay became a nun after her husband died. He was a carpenter in the army, but never got around to building a house for Angay and Ugyen. One goal he did not achieve. Unfortunately, he died quite young. Angay knows as much English as my Dzongkha. We smile at each other as we pass little gifts. A plate of pieces of apple are left on my table, for me to eat when I arrive home from school. Every month I place a new packet of incense on the altar for Angay.
Angay's goal is to reach enlightenment. For us.
Sometimes my writing reads like a Janet and John book.
Misty is catching on to meditation. Better than me. That is not difficult. I started meditating when I first came to Bhutan, in 1997. Khenpo Phuntshok Tashi gave the VSA volunteers teachings. Then I listened to Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche on the radio. Sogyal Rinpoche's book, The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying came next. When he visited Bhutan with Richard Gere, I was lucky enough to hear about it from Paimma, and we went to hear him.
Since then, I have meditated regularly. Once a year IS regular!
Chogyam Trungpa wrote a handbook of meditation titled "The Path is the Goal."
On the way home from the mountain, I saw Lama Thupten. I met him before I met Richard. His "Restaurant Cum Bar" is close to the school where I was working. Karma introduced me to it. Every day after that, I had my lunch there. A plate of momos with chilli sauce and a cup of tea. Sweet, with milk. Lama and his family have always looked after me very well. The Tibetan New Year is approaching.
Misty had other ideas for the meat.
This blog will have no goals. Apart from the path.
And probably no readers. Needles to say....