I have been thinking a lot about pilgrimages lately - of leaving home for a place that is sacred. In the ceremonial departure, there is the recognition that the holy is not to be found here - but only in the movement outwards can it be captured. It is through motion, through the effort carved out of distance, that the olive branch from Gethsemane, the water from the Jordan, can be brought back home.
Although I have always firmly maintained that geography is irrelevant, that location has nothing to do with spiritual transformation, I have spent the past few weeks in travel - across to the New World (my old home) and in the Old Country (my new home). These crossings of continents have begun to weave together disparate parts of myself. The travels have been motivated by a desire to spend as much time as possible in Lama Marut's presence, a Sanskrit scholar and Buddhist teacher - in Brooklyn, then Paris and finally in Munich.
In Brooklyn, my initiatory Lama moment - with MH, I had my first flush of feeling that right now is enough - no grasping, but let this moment last forever.
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let us celebrate that "flush of feeling", and, without grasping, seek to find it again and again
and in the anticipatory pleasure and celebration of more Lama moments - always together! preparing through our disciplined spiritual practice.
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