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 …
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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 …
Kenny takes a fall
Yesterday the Buddha was out on the deck of his house chasing Kasha the karmic kitty. He leaned on the railing which – surprise! – gave way. The Buddha did an aerial 360 and fell 12 feet, landing on his back with his legs in the blackberry bramble and his upper body on the deck. …
The Babbling Buddha
The Babbling Buddha built Dorje Ling. Kenny is a failed monk and a drunken saint, now perched unsteadily on the wagon. An infuriating red-haired, red-skinned whirlwind. Dorje Ling is his heart, offered up as a gift of pure love. Dorje Ling is a wabi-sabi dharma ranch and a tumbledown hostel, a waystation for dharma bums …