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Remembering India
Copyright Christina Cooper-Cummings; All Rights Reserved.
The days seem endless at the moment.
I am somewhat lost for words.
Adam shaved his head–he looks amazing. Why can’t I look that way? I don’t feel so pretty these days. Something inside is shifting. I can’t explain what. Instead I will draw or doodle or… stare aimlessly into space. I don’t seem to have words anymore. I feel almost like I’m losing as much as I’m gaining…
Well, today was the day. We saw His Holiness the Dalai Lama!!!!! I never thought it would happen in my entire life-but here I am. Sitting here. I was only three feet away from him at one point. Amazing.
Anyway, the day from the beginning; We rose early, and left Kashmir Cottage a little after 8am. The puja wasn’t set to start for a while, and HHDL wasn’t even set to show up for certain. Ju Lee and Adam had walked up around 6 via the Lingkor. I wasn’t brave enough for that. There was a steady stream of people into Namgyal when we got there. The security was quite heavy, but by now I’m sort of used to that; getting patted down and scanned everywhere. Eventually we got through into the yard and I found a seat vaguely between Ju Lee, Jana, and Adam.
There is word going around here that the Dalai Lama is going to attend the long life puja the villagers are doing up at Namgyal tomorrow. I don’t believe it. How impossible would that be? Seeing the Karmapa AND the Dalai Lama? I couldn’t … can’t… it’s amazing. Walked around Dharamsala a little, and it just seems so… comfortable. I don’t know. I just… I like it here. Sure, I’m a little ‘different’, but luckily for me, at least a couple of people ‘get’ that here. I think most of us are changing… and visibly. Several aren’t–which surprises me. How one can come somewhere so… unbelievable and stay stoically the same. Like a rock.
Once again I would like to rededicate this blog to Adam Zilinskas and thank Adam’s wife and friends for allowing me to share moments of his trip with you.
Later that night some of the group attended chöd prayers down at Shugseb. I didn’t go. I was too tired… and too… thoughtful. I suppose I just wanted some space. I’d had a pleasant talk with Maggie and also Adam in the afternoon. It’s so refreshing to have made new connections. Adam is so wise, in such a quiet way. Sometimes we just sit, on the wall, watching the spider monkeys or the golden eagles, in silence. Each contemplating our own thoughts. It’s… nice.
It didn’t take the group long to get back, and Adam had taken some footage on his little camera. It was really interesting to see–and so thoughtful of him to take a little clip so that we all could see it.
Here is the clip:
Day eight part one–Kashmir Cottage, Old Shugseb
We arrived at Kashmir cottage early today and had a little while to settle into our rooms. It is different here, but still peaceful. As the former residence of Dekyi Tsering, the mother of the Dalai Lama, it certainly has a distinctive air. Rinchen Khando Choegyal, Director of the Tibetan Nuns Project, also spends a lot of time here. I’m rooming with Debi again–after her last roommate didn’t work out. I don’t mind–I like her a lot and we seem to get on well. I think a change will be good for all of us. Many emotions surfaced at Dolma Ling, and perhaps a different space will help us to breathe again.
After a wonderful lunch we headed over to the old Shugseb site. It was an amazing walk, with Pündrun-la our guide. A small trail led to the buildings which immediately just broke my heart. A cluster of small delapitated houses huddled together as if afraid they might fall apart at any moment. The walls showed outward signs of the ravages of the monsoon. It… was depressing. Yet, the nuns, once again, were full of life and welcoming. To think those at Dolma Ling also used to live like this…
Day Seven–Goodbye, part 2
After a look at the new Shugseb and a brief tour of McLeod Ganj (the “upper” part of Dharamsala) we returned to Dolma Ling to pack our things and head off to Kashmir Cottage. Ju Lee and I, as we’d packed the night before, took some time to wander around the nunnery and talk with the senior class some more, before saying our goodbyes. Once I get home and can write this up in my blog I’m sure there’ll be a myriad of pictures to include. At least I hope so. I’m going to miss it here so much. I’m also going to miss the nuns, my friends, my… I don’t know. I feel strangely close to them. I think it’s their openness and compassion.. and love. Love for everyone, everything, no matter what. Truly unconditional. They’ve taught me a lot; taught all of us a lot.