March 9, 2011
January 12, 2011
a humming bird’s om
We are here in light
tomorrow, though, we are there
shadows speak through dust
December 31, 2010
November 10, 2010
Tonight, after a few moments of recalling my user name and password, I logged on to wordpress.com. I then scuffled through the blog user page to decipher how to post a new blog. Yes, it has been awhile – since August that I last uploaded the stories and photographs of my days. This evening I found some images from my photographic work in progress, related to the meanings of personal and public sacred space. My intention is to ask, what do tangible altars, objects and/or sacred spaces reveal about the cultures of the human condition?
August 11, 2010
Another monsoon morning
causes flight cancellation
1:44 PM, July 22, 2010
journey to New Delhi begins.
The rivers are flooding
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
toxic bus fumes enter nostrils
while jolting forward
as car panics to swerve around
head-on passing truck
how many hands it took to build this road.
Boy pushes bicycle over hill
catching up with family
moving children beneath tarps
protecting them from the rain
Monkeys sipping curbside cups of raindrops
a swift wind brushes against my cheek
black crow perched atop
tree bowing to river rocks below
orange henna-haired umbrella man
is herding goats eating leaves,
and waiting for the rain to cease.
Man-made forest read sign
beneath glimpse of sunlight
I stopped for toilet
in sink-hole mud field,
my toes now covered in earthen piss.
We play ‘chicken’ with the goods carriers
while a cow and a goose
enjoy a prairie for dinner
and a woman balances on treetop limb
to shake down fruit for man waiting below
Passing through Chandigargh
where remains of flooding
from the days before
have transformed the land
into fields of natural disaster swimming pools.
Dashboard Dalai Lama is smiling
across from gold chrome Ganesha
defeating our obstacles to come.
July 21, 2010
July 20, 2010
July 17, 2010 ~ On the subject of authenticity, how do you know who is authentic anymore? Are we ever genuinely existing with one another? Or do we continually seek our own selfish needs by exploiting other peoples lives?
At 9:30 am I walked into the Tibetan Women’s Association prepared for my interview with Dhardon, an executive of TWA. When I entered the office I overheard a women crying and talking to someone on the phone. As I waited, I learned the story of her tears. This morning she was sharing her daily taxi from her home in lower Dharamsala to her office in Mcleod Ganj. She happened to be the only Tibetan women out of a group of Indian people sharing the cab. When it came time to pay the driver he told her to pay him 20 rps, but the Indian’s only had to pay 10 rps. She questioned why she had to pay more and he got very angry, and threatened to hit her. She came to TWA to ask how to deal with the situation. First, a social worker from TWA walked with her to find the driver and ask him to apologize, but if he did not kindly respond then they were to help her file a police report. Although events such as this seldom occur, it is so sad to see the discrimination in our world. It is everywhere. I believe that our subconscious thoughts naturally create discriminative feelings because we must differentiate between everything we see, thus we automatically construct differences among people. Yet the way we choose to act towards these differences is what transforms the current human condition.