I have started and not finished two posts already. Why? Mostly because I love this city and there's no way to express what I see and feel here in words. If only that were an excuse to not blog again :)
There are fabulously elegant Indian women working construction sites while simultaneously watching their children, Tibetan amala's spinning prayer wheels while they burst with laughter, monks taking English, Korean nuns sprinting through the rain, Nepalese flute players with a knack for palm reading, Yoga instructors pushing your body past the pain threshold, world travelers looking for the next adventure and Kashmiri shopkeepers telling jokes. It all combines into a beautiful kaleidoscope.
How I wish you could bottle it up and store away the kaleidoscope for dull days in a classroom. Buddhists believe each action you do creates an imprint on your karma for good or bad which will effect your future. By the same token, I believe the people me meet imprint upon our lives and we may not know the full effect of that imprint until years down the road when we find ourselves remembering a flute player or yoga instructor that we met once upon a time.
PS - "Parachute" is the song I was listening to by Ingrid Michaelson while writing this post.
There are fabulously elegant Indian women working construction sites while simultaneously watching their children, Tibetan amala's spinning prayer wheels while they burst with laughter, monks taking English, Korean nuns sprinting through the rain, Nepalese flute players with a knack for palm reading, Yoga instructors pushing your body past the pain threshold, world travelers looking for the next adventure and Kashmiri shopkeepers telling jokes. It all combines into a beautiful kaleidoscope.
How I wish you could bottle it up and store away the kaleidoscope for dull days in a classroom. Buddhists believe each action you do creates an imprint on your karma for good or bad which will effect your future. By the same token, I believe the people me meet imprint upon our lives and we may not know the full effect of that imprint until years down the road when we find ourselves remembering a flute player or yoga instructor that we met once upon a time.
PS - "Parachute" is the song I was listening to by Ingrid Michaelson while writing this post.
