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impervious to the cold, lit two candles on the alter,
then, chanted and played the gong. It seemed she could
call the spirits of the dead and the hairs on the back of
my head bristled. Time stopped and the cold went away.
The nuns rotate their vigil. In their devotion,
someone is always in the presence of Buddha.
The comparison to be made between the Monasteries and
this Nunnery is glaring; and it points out that, even
in this benign, thoughtful way of life, the women get the short end
of the stick.
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House Deep in The Shadows |
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When finished I asked
Dawa if his feet were cold. He
said because he washed his feet and hands, the warmth from the heart
could flow out and keep his feet warm I think being the constant
skeptic that I am, it has something to do with the local brew being
consumed prior to our arrival and to the subsequent expanding
capillaries that this consumption had caused. Oh no! It’s true. She is emulsifying the raw potatoes, probably
in my honor. Well, one must put the best face on it, and attempt to
acquire a taste for this, this, this....... And then again, perhaps
it will taste better. After all, everyone cooks a little
differently. I cannot wait for mashed potatoes and gravy with a big
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Grazing While The Owners Are Having Tea With Us |
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Enough writing for now, I am going to sit by the fire. It
must be in the low forties or thirties where I am
scribbling this and my hands are getting cold. Soon Dawa,
myself and the family, will be sharing the only bed in the
house, till morning dawns. Sunday 10/25
Saturday at Deboche I woke up sick. We stayed at a local
tea House and for breakfast had noodle soup. The
potato pancake actually was more palatable than I had
expected it to be. Flour was used. The pancake was made
thinner, which allowed it to be more thoroughly cooked
through. After one and a half pieces, however, I again pleaded a big lunch. |
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