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We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children

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Chukyi-la presenting to our group about environmental issues in Tibet. She works for the government in exile in Dharamsala.

Hey Y’all. Back from Tushita, which I’m sure you heard all about from previous posts so I will not bore anybody with further details. The only thing I will say, and that can be said at this point on my behalf, is that it was phenomenal… Haha. It’s as if I have remembered, and been reminded of, something I forgot, and forgot that I forgot. Who knew that what would make me happy in this world would be not trying to make myself happy? Crazy Buddhist logic that somehow works, who knew?

So, I am currently living in a Tibetan household with one mother, Nima, an 11 year old daughter Tseyang, a 5 year old boy Tenzin Gyurmet, and a Buddhist monk by the name of Kusho. They are incredible people, and there are not enough words in the English language to describe how appreciative I am of their kindness and hospitality. I am really growing connected to them on such a deep level…

Which brings me to my current state of mind; Dharamsala and Tibetan culture, religion, language, love, but most of all their suffering. Upon arriving in Dharamsala however many days, weeks, lifetimes ago that was, I felt a strong, strange connection. We went to visit the Tibetan museum (not sure of the proper name so bare with me) and walking around, reading and seeing all about the Chinese occupation of Tibet and what was being done, there grew a deep, hollowness in my heart. I found myself wandering around in awe and terror, on the verge of tears, and wanting to soak in as much as I could.

I cannot possibly imagine the feeling of foreigners coming, taking my home away, and not allowing me to come back. And then, not even cherishing my home for what it is, but thoroughly destroying it. I battled a severe case of homesickness during trek, but if I truly wanted to, had every freedom and right to go home. This is nothing, nothing at all, compared to the feeling of the Tibetan people in exile.

The pain of the Tibetan people, I felt, and still feel. At the pit of this cold, hollow feeling in my chest, however, there ignited a tiny flame, which has grown exponentially ever since. There grew a real sense of urgency to do what I can as a privileged, free American to help those who cannot do anything and everything to help themselves. Tibetans in exile are not allowed back to Tibet. Tibetans within Tibet are under so much Chinese oppression that they would risk jail, containment camps, and death if they spoke out. The Chinese are destroying Tibet, culturally, politically, but most importantly to me, environmentally.

Just an hour ago, we ended a discussion with a woman named Chukyi-la. She works for the Government in Exile in the Environmental section of it all (again, I do not know proper names…yet, so bare with me). I was on the edge of my seat with the information she was feeding us. I was thoroughly interested, appalled, excited, and motivated. It is hard for me to explain all that I feel on this issue, partly because there is so much, and partly because I just exhausted every idea and whatnot in a discussion with Justin, Tracy and Peter right after our talk with Chuki. But, to sum it up, I feel, for the very first time, a sense of direction. I have found a passion that helps a vaaaaast group of people, and the world as a whole. I have found a career path. I have also found something that makes me feel, so deeply, and care for the survival of others, not just myself.

I am not quite sure what to make just yet of all that is happening in my mind and my heart, but it is vast, and it is vital, and it is fantastic.

And the best part… I am already doing everything in my power, right now, to help. I am learning. In living with a Tibetan family, in meeting with speakers every night, in just being here in Dharamsala, I am learning. And that is the greatest gift I can give as of yet.

Man, yea. Ok. This is very brief, this is not very concise, and maybe some, or a lot of you, will be thinking “What is she talking about…” but this is what has come out for now. Don’t worry, everybody back home, you will all get intense descriptions upon my arrival back in New York… As I am sure you are all anticipating. I miss you all, I love you all so much please know that. I hope you are all well, physically, emotionally, mentally, spiritually. I hope all is good and calm and peaceful….

Especially because, oh yeah, we have a new president, by the name of Barack Obama.

All of my love,
Mirise.

Comments

My happiest time of day -- finding a new post on your blog.

As I read this, there is a hollow in my heart... knowing your world has expanded and transformed (and continues to do so) in ways that words will not begin to adequately convey.

Buddhism is so filled with ironic miracles... many of which seem to have a life there in Dharamsala. My own practice has faded with the busy-ness of a school year start-up. I am going in for maintenance tomorrow, encouraged/reminded by your recent writings... the mind needs time to quiet so the heart can be empowered.

I thank you each for the reminders to pay attention to the world as I pass through it. Each moment is precious, and a miracle, and there is a peace in it if we only know how to be there.

Thank you for your inspiration, observations, and hope. I am mentally planning my visit to Dharamsala, wishing I could live with your wonderful families and deeply immerse in the Tibetan culture in exile.

We had a group of Tibetan Gesar dancers in ARlington MA. It was colorful, and amazing, and the women in the audience wore the traditional Tibetan stripey skirts and they served chai (and italian cookies!).

We make do. I love chai. Write early. Write often. Write lots, and add pictures and video!!!!

When something new comes up, we call each other "Hey, there's a new post!!" or "Go look. There's a new picture." Yes. it is the happiest of days.

lots of love from your totally inspired fan,
Blurg

Thanks, Mirise, for sharing so vividly your deepening sense of connection, direction, and passion. Inspiring for all of us back here in the USA to reflect on your words and the energy and commitment behind them.

John

Mirise, it is so heartening, exciting, inspiring to hear your being so touched by what you are seeing/ learning. If your gut feelings are so strong, you can never go wrong following your passion -- especially when it comes to helping others...
We in States continue to be inspired by every one of you; I am so proud of every one of you Global Labs-- those of you still there and those already returned. Minds and hearts have been teased open and the seeds have been planted. How truly exciting it will be to watch you all continue these amazing 'growth spurts' and renewed directions.

Awestruck,
Micki