world environment day june5th in Dharmasala with the ladies of tibet
Friday, June 8, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Dharmasala and scooting Delhi
in dharmasala thinking of community back home and how nothing gets done without it , beautiful here but just so shocking that on the highest mountains there is rubbish frickin everywhere, world environment day today papers full of promises declarations of cleaner cities,
today Tibetan poilce in jeeps with megaphones saying that from this day onwards no more throwing rubbish .and my heart rejoices then my mind
interrupts and my intelligence says well years of throwing rubbish may require
much more that a man with a mega phone, and how there is so much opport
unity to make a difference here or anywhere.
tibetan men& women in mountain gear and a delhi man and only about 3 trave
llers me one picking up rubbish.
felt increasingly aware and well digusted
that the tourists definetly treat this place as a paradise the lap of luxury , and with no real deconstruction to that is a big clean campaign to be
worked here.
a seperate true pang consumer comes, they look so cool in the trance bars smokin scoobs needing needing something... i havent hung here for so long yet to met friendly people,and maybe a smoke would do me good or some flirting or something i dont know , a dress, a beer ,or ...insecurity and the big righteous blow of crap jess so back from wahwah...cough cough
so we cleaned this one river stream
stream that flow through many houses from the big road
, large slugs and much to my concern no condom packets found in three hours of scourging .though lots of aids campaigning.
makes me think well rubbish is everywhere , delhi city is surrounded by kilometers of mountains of rubbish burning , my flirtaous tibetan man travelling next to me explains is used for fertiliser for crops , mountains of burning plastic and animal carcasses is all i can smell. This is the clean delhi green delhi may heart lungs and stomach wanting to escape this violent odour where I feel like I am rotting from the inside.it took almost an hour of really wanting to gag till the cleaner air started to come in the bus with the occasional sulphuric methane at 5 minute intervals possibly from waste plant, or some rubbish choked river.
Delhi is crazy out of sight out of mind. Dharamasala is by no means of that level at all , it is magical large smooth rocks scattering the landscape in a valley with eaglehawks soaring in the wind currents pine trees and little yellow and black birds with mohawks , ice capped mountains and us humans hugged in this valley watching from our manmade nests studying yoga and aryuvedic massage , buying the latest fashions to return to home to sell,
organic shops here , a real collection of the best of western and eastern comforts.
Am finding as I always do I like my well worn clothes a whole lot better ,like a painter likes his overalls cause they have all the colours his using on them.
and my shoes being repaired is so much more exciting a transaction than buying some in Delhi . Where does all the turquoise come from I have heard they are mining Tibet for it . Todays pictures of Tibet are really not that magical untouched land I have thought of now a wasteland of industry.
But in my heart I know that ancient knowledge of the land , the culture ,the people ,the energy is truly more worthwhile tapping into because there exists creativety . And with creativety one can make a difference.
today Tibetan poilce in jeeps with megaphones saying that from this day onwards no more throwing rubbish .and my heart rejoices then my mind
interrupts and my intelligence says well years of throwing rubbish may require
much more that a man with a mega phone, and how there is so much opport
unity to make a difference here or anywhere.
tibetan men& women in mountain gear and a delhi man and only about 3 trave
llers me one picking up rubbish.
felt increasingly aware and well digusted
that the tourists definetly treat this place as a paradise the lap of luxury , and with no real deconstruction to that is a big clean campaign to be
worked here.
a seperate true pang consumer comes, they look so cool in the trance bars smokin scoobs needing needing something... i havent hung here for so long yet to met friendly people,and maybe a smoke would do me good or some flirting or something i dont know , a dress, a beer ,or ...insecurity and the big righteous blow of crap jess so back from wahwah...cough cough
so we cleaned this one river stream
stream that flow through many houses from the big road
, large slugs and much to my concern no condom packets found in three hours of scourging .though lots of aids campaigning.
makes me think well rubbish is everywhere , delhi city is surrounded by kilometers of mountains of rubbish burning , my flirtaous tibetan man travelling next to me explains is used for fertiliser for crops , mountains of burning plastic and animal carcasses is all i can smell. This is the clean delhi green delhi may heart lungs and stomach wanting to escape this violent odour where I feel like I am rotting from the inside.it took almost an hour of really wanting to gag till the cleaner air started to come in the bus with the occasional sulphuric methane at 5 minute intervals possibly from waste plant, or some rubbish choked river.
Delhi is crazy out of sight out of mind. Dharamasala is by no means of that level at all , it is magical large smooth rocks scattering the landscape in a valley with eaglehawks soaring in the wind currents pine trees and little yellow and black birds with mohawks , ice capped mountains and us humans hugged in this valley watching from our manmade nests studying yoga and aryuvedic massage , buying the latest fashions to return to home to sell,
organic shops here , a real collection of the best of western and eastern comforts.
Am finding as I always do I like my well worn clothes a whole lot better ,like a painter likes his overalls cause they have all the colours his using on them.
and my shoes being repaired is so much more exciting a transaction than buying some in Delhi . Where does all the turquoise come from I have heard they are mining Tibet for it . Todays pictures of Tibet are really not that magical untouched land I have thought of now a wasteland of industry.
But in my heart I know that ancient knowledge of the land , the culture ,the people ,the energy is truly more worthwhile tapping into because there exists creativety . And with creativety one can make a difference.
Bhartis village
VARANASI ..village travels
it is so hot here now , I think I got sunstroke yesterday in a jeep with 10 people plus driver. I went with sunil , his friend Teetu and his kids happy and puja and a family from a village 2 hours out of varanasi .The fam had been staying at the yoga school.
Was the most crazy day went to this fort from 3000 bc the maharaja times on this hill overlooking the Ganges in the middle of desert like place except occasional palm trees and rocks and dried river beds , this fort had the this deep dungeon where they kept all the captured enemies was so haunting , smelt still of fear and death with erry rats noises and little holes in the roof that was the piazza of the fort , older than anything I felt before except the kimberleys mountain range . This deep hole that was the swimming place for the queens and kings ,men sleeping in the between the older columns.
Next we visited to this most beautiful ashram ,went through the gateway of om signs to see this guru speaking to hundreds of men and women and children all sitted under mango tree and the fruit trees in the ashram were full of fruit , mangos papayas and massive jackfruit. it was the most pristine place. Sunil my yoga teacher had come to hear this man speak , psycho totally estatic that we had made it . There were men in white and peach gowns handing out milk sweets . Was cool but did not understand a thing except when the guru started to cough in the microphone to produce these massive ball of flem that he then coughed into a spit bowl he had next to him every 5 minutes or so..
Later Sunil was explained his teachings ,he had talked about how before you die what you think about often reflects what your next life will be like like if you think of money or things you didnt complete , people you love , your fear etc. that is why mediation is so important to learn to visualise say blue ocean or full moon , your breath or praying priest or laughing buddha or what ever it is so that you can really be conscience to choose before you leave this world so you can reincarnate to becoming a more evolved being towards the cosmic force or whatever ,that you can be on your true path with awareness .
ate green mangoes tangy and sour something so rare in indian city diet in the jeep bollywood dancin all the way to bhaktis village when we arrived at sunset .the man village town had
wedding celebrations drums and stamming feet in the middle of the dusty streets and the water buffalos coming out from under the mango trees as the jeep charged through bhakti village was so beautiful ! mud huts and in the middle of their house opened up into a room with no roof where bhaktis mother and i lyed on this bed frame and she fanned me for like an hour as I dazed in and out of conscienceness absorbed in the heat in me, with the stars coming out above , It was so funny though cause I lay there hindi less and energyless and struggling with myself to let go and just be fanned and be beautiful leiaure lizard and to be given so much affection was totally overwhelmed . you know that feeling of letting someone care for you competely and knowing that to let them you give something back .THen after sweets and chai and lumpy buffalo lassi that tasted so thick and creamy it was almost like really nice cottage cheese bhakti lead me holding my hand through the village with heaps of kids following us through the moon luminated village to everyones house so I could shake hands with them and they could giggle and then make me sit while they stared at me laughing (Im pretty funny round these parts) then to their shiva temple that was the centre of their mandala of garden plots . Bhakti took me to her meet her grandmother around this dark corner of one house to under a belle tree a smallbed with the lady with moonlit eyes as old as anything I had to seen this day next to a small fire where Sunil was telling her a joke . She held my hand . her peaceful pramantis like limbs and white short hair lying in that ricketty bed frame with her toothless smile .
it is so hot here now , I think I got sunstroke yesterday in a jeep with 10 people plus driver. I went with sunil , his friend Teetu and his kids happy and puja and a family from a village 2 hours out of varanasi .The fam had been staying at the yoga school.
Was the most crazy day went to this fort from 3000 bc the maharaja times on this hill overlooking the Ganges in the middle of desert like place except occasional palm trees and rocks and dried river beds , this fort had the this deep dungeon where they kept all the captured enemies was so haunting , smelt still of fear and death with erry rats noises and little holes in the roof that was the piazza of the fort , older than anything I felt before except the kimberleys mountain range . This deep hole that was the swimming place for the queens and kings ,men sleeping in the between the older columns.
Next we visited to this most beautiful ashram ,went through the gateway of om signs to see this guru speaking to hundreds of men and women and children all sitted under mango tree and the fruit trees in the ashram were full of fruit , mangos papayas and massive jackfruit. it was the most pristine place. Sunil my yoga teacher had come to hear this man speak , psycho totally estatic that we had made it . There were men in white and peach gowns handing out milk sweets . Was cool but did not understand a thing except when the guru started to cough in the microphone to produce these massive ball of flem that he then coughed into a spit bowl he had next to him every 5 minutes or so..
Later Sunil was explained his teachings ,he had talked about how before you die what you think about often reflects what your next life will be like like if you think of money or things you didnt complete , people you love , your fear etc. that is why mediation is so important to learn to visualise say blue ocean or full moon , your breath or praying priest or laughing buddha or what ever it is so that you can really be conscience to choose before you leave this world so you can reincarnate to becoming a more evolved being towards the cosmic force or whatever ,that you can be on your true path with awareness .
ate green mangoes tangy and sour something so rare in indian city diet in the jeep bollywood dancin all the way to bhaktis village when we arrived at sunset .the man village town had
wedding celebrations drums and stamming feet in the middle of the dusty streets and the water buffalos coming out from under the mango trees as the jeep charged through bhakti village was so beautiful ! mud huts and in the middle of their house opened up into a room with no roof where bhaktis mother and i lyed on this bed frame and she fanned me for like an hour as I dazed in and out of conscienceness absorbed in the heat in me, with the stars coming out above , It was so funny though cause I lay there hindi less and energyless and struggling with myself to let go and just be fanned and be beautiful leiaure lizard and to be given so much affection was totally overwhelmed . you know that feeling of letting someone care for you competely and knowing that to let them you give something back .THen after sweets and chai and lumpy buffalo lassi that tasted so thick and creamy it was almost like really nice cottage cheese bhakti lead me holding my hand through the village with heaps of kids following us through the moon luminated village to everyones house so I could shake hands with them and they could giggle and then make me sit while they stared at me laughing (Im pretty funny round these parts) then to their shiva temple that was the centre of their mandala of garden plots . Bhakti took me to her meet her grandmother around this dark corner of one house to under a belle tree a smallbed with the lady with moonlit eyes as old as anything I had to seen this day next to a small fire where Sunil was telling her a joke . She held my hand . her peaceful pramantis like limbs and white short hair lying in that ricketty bed frame with her toothless smile .
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