If I am somebody
If I am somebody
It is only by standing on the shoulder of giants:
Took the boys to see the Drepung Loseling monks perform a ceremony after completing the mandala – guttural singing, horns blowing, cymbals tinkling and then the dyed sands were swept up and a procession led us through Mardi Gras World to the river (a truly New Orleans ceremonial experience) where the sands were loosed into the mighty Mississippi to re-imagine our world through loving kindness.
He won’t remember, unless I show him the photos and tell him about the time we went to see the Dalai Lama and the monks. The Dalai Lama’s message today: “Spend more time with your children. Your children will be happier persons.”
May 17th, 2013 at 9:59 pm
You are SO VERY BEAUTIFUL in this photo!!!
And don’t underestimate Tin’s memory — I’m SURE this moment will stick with him forever.
PEACE & LOVE
Mudd
xox
May 17th, 2013 at 10:24 pm
They – that mysterious they – say that until after four kids don’t retain anything but I have to believe memory is created out of something more than direct experience – it’s almost like a layering and then a development of myth around events and a repetition – it all becomes your experience.
May 17th, 2013 at 10:29 pm
I remember “things”… “feelings”… “vibes”… “insights”… from before I was 2 years old. And knowing what I know/feel about Tin, he’s soakin’ it all in. You are feeding him the best there is. He’s one lucky soul!
May 17th, 2013 at 10:44 pm
I hear ya – and he is an old soul – even when he acts like a drunken midget.
May 17th, 2013 at 10:49 pm
“Drunken Midget” — he’s going to LOVE reading about this when he’s older!