

Sometimes I travel through the world, sometimes I journey within. Some travel has a destination, a goal, and some is simply about the joy of discovery. This blog keeps me company as I indulge my passion for exploration, my wanderlust.

And here daily life is seeped in spirituality. It feels natural to flow with it, into it, like water into water (ok so this is exacerbated by the fact that we have been doing pilgrimage to some of the most holy sites in the world...). And at the same time it is disarmingly natural as well... as we bow our heads reverantly at places of massive significance on the Buddhist world map... around people have integrated these powerful places into daily life. Monks play football around the stupa that holds the ashes of an enlightened Lama, women do their hair on the steps of the place where a crystal stupa arose from the ground where the buddha meditated, people carry on a rich and colourful life... and it is a wonderful feeling...


So our pilgrimage has been the most wonderful spiritual experience... we have been to holy sites and sipped tea with Lamas... we have seen the place where there is an image of the goddess Tara growing out the rock...
we have seen the handprint of a disciple in the rock face... 


So the idea of Prayer Flags, besides being gorgeous
colourful decorations, is that the prayers printed on them are, as the wind passes the cloth, carried into the air and into the surrounding areas to bring blessings to all. Usually they have the most common tibetan mantra Om Mani Padme Hung printed on them, which means roughly something like Hail to the Jewel in the Lotus... which metaphorically refers to Compassion, the Jewel, being the most precious characteristic of a pure mind, the Lotus. The Lotus symbolises a
pure mind because it is able to grow and rise above the muddy waters to
blossom in startling white beauty... To wish someone compassion, to send this blessing forth into the air towards them, is to wish for their ultimate happiness as it is through developing loving kindness for all beings that true and lasting happiness is found....

One of the best things about travelling in developing countries is the wonderful sense of appreciation that it gives me for just how incredibly fabulously fortunate we are... If you are sitting in your home or at your work reading this then you are undoubtably one of the luckiest people in the world... Looking around, walking around, moving through daily life surrounded by the people and animals here gives a rich, 3-dimensional sense of the basic conditions that I know I take so much for granted in my life. Life here is often so incredibly unfathomably more difficult than anything I will ever know. Last night I enjoyed a hot meal (plain rice by my choice not necessity), I slept in a warm bed, I travelled in a car rather than walking, I wore comfortable warm clean clothes and shoes, and I was surrounded in my life by people who care about me... and these things make me one of the most fantastically priviledged people in the world...SO... a wonderful 25 emails and comments later and I am feeling well acknowledged and more than happy that my blogging is not falling on deaf eyes :-)
SO stay tuned dear ones for pictures from our incredible pilgrimage... we are moving around for a couple of days now but I will put up some spiritually enlightening images as soon as technology allows....
and in the meantime... love and happiness to you all from a very blissed and well karma stocked me :-)






internet cafes in old wooden buildings with low carved doors.... Monks with mobile phones and rugged old ruddy cheeked tibetans in traditional costume huddle around laptop computers....
Cheerful kids allow us to take their photo without asking for money!.... and cheeky mini-monks play hide and seek in the grounds of an ancient temple that "flew" here by the powers of an old monk who got ripped off by the Indians he built it for... so he made it rise into the air and fly to kathmandu - where the kids play hacky-sack under it...
Pictured here is my last solid meal before I succumbed to the clensing influence of the east... or perhaps it was my cupputeano that came with it... but thanks to the local ayrevedic remedies I am up and about and may eat again some time soon.....
So tomorrow is the Tibetan Day of Miracles.... big karma day... we are doing pilgrimage to holy sites... but to all who are going about their normal days...try to think positively, do no harm to others... be generous when you have the change.... be kind in your heart and in your actions....
So I just couldn't resist anther image from India... On the banks of the Holiest of Holy rivers... the Ganges, not far from the burning of the bodies, in between the holy cows... what do I find?
I write now from Nepal - where I am reminded again of how wonderful it is leave a place like India and arrive in a country where people are considerate and intelligent, the streets are clean, no cows deposit their offerings on your unwilling toes, and there is an air of sophistication... but before moving on I wanted to share a few more images from that most frustratingly "in-your-face" Indian
landscape....
ganges at sunset....



that, for me, they are not just tourist experiences but spiritual pilgrimages as well... It was incredible to see the tree under which the Buddha have the very first teaching .... a very powerful place.....