Pilgrimage

We’ve arrived, and yes we are safe from the recent earthquake, but there’s the inner earthquake going on. It’s a Buddha holy day, Labub Duchen, Buddha’s descent from Tushita, and we ourselves have descended from the clouds to alight in the land of the Buddha. As we are rounding the corner from our guesthouse in Kathmandu and on the way to Bouda, the stupa reveals itself, golden eyes in a dharmakaya blue sky, brilliant white vault of purity. Me and Ela let out a spontaneous squeal of utter delight, and then simultaneously burst into tears! Uncontrollable wracking sobs I have no idea who I am or what’s going on…