Arrival in Dharamsala
We arrived here in McLeod Ganj this morning, tired but in high spirits, and feeling like seasoned Indian travelers (which the group did indeed become this weekend). We had downtime this morning after our 8 AM arrival, followed by a dynamic as always discussion and poetry reading with Lhasang Tsering. Evening had the group working on collaborative journey-genre poetry, the finished product of which Pam will post to the blog tomorrow. The group just retired to the Ladies Venture Guest House after a group screening of 'Tibet: Cry of the Snow Lion,' which was provocative if not painful for many to watch, yet inspired some serious discussions over momos and fried rice. Tomorrow morning it's to Namgyal Monastery and then an afternoon talk with Ama Adhe. All's well, and other than some general fatigue and minor stomach issues, all health is better than ever.
More tomorrow-
Galen
Comments
Speaking for the probable legions of parents and grandparents keeping an eye on this blog, I'd just like to say thank you, Galen, for posting; your tidbits are always welcome, especially the nice little notices about everyone's health doing all right! The photos are great, too. Apparently the opportunities for the kids to send much of substance, i.e., demanding of internet time, is quite limited. So thanks, and keep the good times rolling!
Posted by: Susan Hering | May 21, 2007 12:36 AM
A View from Mangyu
The view from my window
is threaded by spider silk -
thin weaves capturing
sun, shouldering the risen rock.
Crumbling years of aged scree
slope in long tones of red green and grey.
Jagged bits layering patterns
like the delicate application of mandala sand.
The light inside is aching,
spirit blocked by my boulder chest.
Time working its wear
to chistle the powder down.
-SM Decker
Posted by: Sarah Decker | May 21, 2007 9:09 AM
"Demanding A Vouyer's View"
the land puckers its rocky lips
to kiss the moon's eyes
to connect sky, are all mountains colorful
as red rock spines, demanding a vouyers view?
still a child, i beg
to be lifted, to cling
to your old volcanic breasts
a rock climber conquering past self.
- d. linnea decker
Posted by: linnea decker | May 21, 2007 9:15 AM