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 …
The craving
The Dalai Lama looks pretty happy for a guy who never gets laid. What’s up with that? A wise woman once advised me, that once you’ve gone long enough without it, the craving passes. I didn’t believe it at the time, but now that it is approaching two years since I’ve been in a sexual …
I woke up here today
<<Guest Post by Ben West>> I woke up here today next to a stone Buddha on a hill top on an island in the pacific ocean I sat cross legged awkward a squirming city slicker that can’t sit still i was all alone in shangri la or at least that is what i thought. but …
Cracker jack of many trades
Just nabbed a very-part-time job “hosting” at Hollyhock. This seems to imply keeping the coffee bar stocked, cleaning and tidying, and greeting guests and driving them and their stuff to their rooms in a golf cart. Doing what i love best – making people comfy and solving their little problems. The shifts include a Hollyhock …
Guests at the Meditation Hostel
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 …