Archive for the ‘Dorje LIng’ Category

The wake of Kenny-La

Saturday, October 3rd, 2015

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAKenny was the reddest man I have ever known. Pure fire. A burner, of bridges and walls and so much more. He left a wake of creation and destruction, chaos and art.

Kenny was my teacher in so many ways. He taught me about my own anger, my ego, my pride. There were times I genuinely wanted to kill him, but I kind of believed he was unkillable, since by all laws of physics he should already have been dead many times over. He forced me to work with the fire of my own anger, and in that Kenny was right: fire purifies. He taught me about forgiveness. Kenny did not hold a grudge against anyone, his own demons included. The times when I hated him for what he said or did, I had to confront my own monsters eye to eye, forgive them, and move on. (more…)

Notes from a Bicycle Bodhisattva – may all beings be liberated!

Thursday, May 12th, 2011

May all beings everywhere, with whom we are inseparably interconnected, be fulfilled, awakened, and free. May there be peace in this world and throughout the entire universe, and may we all together complete the spiritual journey.

Once upon a time I went for a ride on Cortes Island, with a sore knee and a rusty chain and a battered heart. I had no destination in mind as I chugged up and down, hill after hill, until finally my gears seized and the heavy old bike rolled to a stop. I leaned it up against a sign in the shape of a wheel and started to walk. An odd, warm wind was pulling me forward, playing gently through the fine hairs on my forearms. I heard the distant chime of windbells and kept following the dusty path, arriving finally at Dorje Ling Dharma Centre – an ersatz Tibetan fantasy of cedar and film set castoffs and rusted metal and sky. (more…)

A perfect day for gratitude and goodbye

Sunday, November 21st, 2010

This morning I was knocked ass-over-teakettle, by a giant wave of gratitude for all the marvels of this highly imperfect life.

I rode down to Dorje Ling to bring Kenny a newly knitted pair of fingerless mitts – marked by holes and bumpy stitches, highly imperfect, Dorje Ling style. He was glad to see me and I to see him. But he was, he is – KennyLa, the Babbling Buddha.

Dorje Ling was beyond glory with the sun breaking low above the snowy mountains, there are no words. And again I was so grateful, for all the challenges and gifts of Kenny and of this wild fantasy that i stepped into and made real. And I knew then, that I would not be going back to Dorje Ling. I accept, I release.

Can it be possible that appreciation makes it easier to let go?

Thank you, thank you and goodbye.

Here I am

Tuesday, October 26th, 2010

I am here, I am here, I am here. Committed.

To the wind and the rain and the darkness, the stillness and the silence and the boredom and the fear.

To learning. To rest. To service. To biking the hilly unpaved roads. To knitting mushroom-dyed wool and drinking hot chai by the woodstove. To writing. To me.

I have been paralyzed by indecision for some weeks now, tormented by waffling and doubt. The options are so many – I swear, with freedom comes madness! And I want to slap myself in the head, knowing every option is nothing but good. (more…)

The Universe picks up the phone

Monday, October 11th, 2010

I asked the Universe to send me a home. A quiet place to learn, and focus, and rest.

And this is what that dang Universe has dumped on my plate: the sweetest little lakeside cottage, where I sit now typing by the woodstove. Spacious and bright, with a comfy bed at the top of the spiral staircase. The sky shines down on my bed through the huge skylight, sun and stars and swaying trees. Wooden decks – two of them! – to sit wrapped in a blanket, meditating with the frogs. An enormous red cat who I saw snatch a bird right out the air. A wireless connection. A Polish grandpa next door. A canoe. And an army of huge spiders in the bathtub and sink. (more…)

Further to the path

Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

So during a break at this weekend’s Duncan Lamapalooza, I dashed up to Geshe YongDong and announced – GesheLa, I finished my 3,000 mantras!

He beamed and gave me a high-five. “Finished? Great! Keep going. Do 10,000.” he said, turning on his heel and rushing off.


3,000 mantras

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Ah-kar ah-med du ti su, nag-po xi-xi mal mal…so, ha! Done.

3,000 healing mantras, counted out on my brown wooden mala. It would have gone faster if I muttered my way through them, but when i chant them i feel the vibration through the top of my skull. But Geshe YongDong directed, for chanting, “say it 3 times, or 7 times, or 21 times – no more”.  Why no more, I asked. He shook his head. “Oh no,” he said pursing his lips in serious mock-seriousness. Your voice will get tired.” And it would, so it has taken me two months to do. (more…)

Guests at the Meditation Hostel

Monday, August 9th, 2010

Cheryl left this morning on her scooter. A cheery and funky North Van bikeshevik, she pitched her big yellow tent on a platform and relished the rain and the deer bounding through the forest.

Wendy is still here, a brisk British “karma yogi” who finished a stint at Hollyhock and then stayed in the cabin for two weeks in exchange for cleaning and chores. She leaves tomorrow, and Lisa Quinn and bf arrive from Seattle. Betty is here in the Royal Lama Suite, making the most of our mission statement – draped in a brightly striped blanket she meditates in the Hall for hours every day, explores the island, eats bowls of good food and gazes calmly at the sky.

Terry came and went, by bike, cresting a loop up the Sunshine Coast and down-Island to Victoria. We talked as ever and at great length, over halibut burgers in Squirrel Cove – of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings. (more…)

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