Chasing Destiny

It’s cheesy, but what else are we going to do in life?

Tally ho!

After Goa, I set out to find my Nadi leaf! I’d forgot where I first heard about Nadi leaves, perhaps it was on my last trek through India/ Nepal 6 years ago or perhaps earlier. The story tells of a sage/guru Agastya Maharishi who transcribed a conversation (5000 years ago) between the Hindu gods Parvati and Shiva, in which the request was asked, “Tell me the story of all my children”. That conversation was eventually transcribed onto thousands of palm leaves in the ancient Tamil language. An individual who feels inclined to search out their leaf, will find an astrologer who can interpret the appropriate leaf. On it will be their current life situation, the past lives, the current life’s past, their future, the circumstances surrounding their death in this life time, their future life, and their enlightenment.
So in researching this topic, an individual will find a lot of information pointing in different directions. The best lead I had was that I should go to Banglore, the actual main reason I decided to travel south after Dehli, not because of Goa, that was just a bonus 🕺.

My doctor in Dehli told me of a friend he had in Banglore that could give me more info. After repeated follow ups, he told me that actually his friend had no idea, but he, my doctor, did a google review search in the area, and gave me the name of place to go.
I took an overnight non a/c sleeper bus to Banglore from Goa. I could open the window. It was amazing.
I arrived in Banglore and checked into a “hostel”. Actually it was more like a temporary residence for mostly young men studying for their masters. It was also open to backpackers. I had 3 long term roommate residents in my room. The spacious room had a private bathroom and a study room. In a separate building was the kitchen/dining room where 3 meals/ day were provided to the residents, although as a short term visitor, I could only have breakfast.

After arriving at 6am. I checked into my hostel and headed straight to the astrologer’s office/ home. I was really excited. I thought, “He must know I am coming. I’ve been wanting to do this for years. He will have a red carpet rolled out for me”. Upon arrival at his place, I did not find a red carpet, but there was a red door mat!
As I eagerly awaited to see him outside his office, I suddenly got a sensation that I can best describe as a ‘crystal high’. This is the best way I know how to describe the situation and it won’t make any sense to the individual who has not worked the energies of crystals but it is the sensation you get when holding onto a piece of quartz crystal for a long time. I felt light headed. I could feel the space around my body and especially my head as a definitive bubble. My aura? Perhaps it was lack of sleep or the combination of that with the fact I hadn’t eaten since the afternoon the day before. In any case the sensation was just like a crystal high and it hit almost immediately upon being told to have a seat and wait outside for the astrologer to get ready. If you believe in/ know what the crown chakra is, then I would describe it as something activating up there. My interpretation of that is the presence of high truth. I believed there was something sacred about this space/person/ the events about to transpire.

The astrologer, Guruji, calls me in, takes my thumb print, and leaves the room. He had a kind and patient persona about him. Thirty minutes later he comes back with a leaf bundle. My instructions were simple, answer y/n to the following questions. If there was a leaf that produced in succession all y’s, then that was my leaf. This is the indexing process, the lengthiest part. He went through each leaf, reading aloud in Tamil then translating to English. He makes various statements. If I said “no” he would skip to the next Nadi leaf. Every statement must be true, then we would have located my leaf. He began. Some of the statements were immediately very specific and accurate. For instance, my mother’s name, my birthdate, and my disposition on marriage. Amazing, but unfortunately for as specific as the agreements were, they were all accompanied by a false statement. What I deduced from the experience was that people who share similar thumbprints have surprisingly specific commonalities.
Sadly my leaf was not in a bundle he had. He said he would visit his ashram in a few weeks to exchange his bundles for new ones and that we would continue our conversation virtually in the future. I left his office in a ‘crystal high’ daze, and hungry. I walked toward a major street to call a taxi back home and, randomly on the way, saw a curious site, a pair of pitch black chickens. Every part of them was black.
I came to find out later that these are Ayam Cemani chickens. The most expensive chickens in the world. They are black inside out. Their bones and flesh are black. They are status symbols in some countries and are believed to bring good luck, guard against supernatural forces, be a purification vessel, absorb negative energy, and associated with spiritual communication abilities.

I was a bit dissatisfied not finding my leaf so sought out another astrologer. This next one was younger. As we went through the indexing process, he seemed a bit more frustrated. Perhaps it was due to my not easily understanding his accent, or that he had to explain his statements in more detail. Some of the statements were quiet broad and undefined. It turned out he didn’t have my leaf either. I couldn’t find any other suitable astrologer in the city. Upon some overdue research, I came to find out that actually the main place, and birthplace, for Nadi leaf readings was a place called Vaitheeswaran Koil.
It was a 9 hour bus ride away. I booked an over night bus and was off. The journey to the departure point was a bit disorderly. According to the app in which I booked the bus ticket, the departure point sent me to a location that in a dark alley, with no signs of a bus stop, located next to a major street. I asked at a nearby petrol station. A taxi driver joined the conversation I was having with the petrol attendant. He offered to take me down the road to the supposed location. He dropped me off in front of another petrol station and assured me the bus would stop there. There were many buses passing by. None were stopping at this point. I was a bit distraught at this point, as the departure time was nearing. Fortuitously, three young ladies/ angels, offered to help. They called the customer service number, which only could have been done from an Indian SIM card, and likely could have only been understood by someone who spoke Hindi. They walked me around the corner to another busy street to another bus stop. There after some time, a tardy bus arrived. I was so grateful that the universe sent the timely necessary help I needed to get me to the proper departure point, because there was no way I’d have made it there on my own.

I made it to Vaitheeswaran Koil the next day at 5:30am. Surprisingly there were people out and about. It was a small town with a surreal quality to it. I checked into a desolate hotel, walked around a bit, then returned to nap. The town’s center is the large Vaitheeswaran temple. There is a purification pond in the temple that is reputed for curing all diseases for those who bathe in it. The water was a bit unsanitary looking, nonetheless, there were people bathing. I stuck me feet in for a moment then pulled them out almost immediately, fearing I’d get some kind of infection.
Using a variety of means, I began my search for an astrologer. This part was exhausting. There were a lot of scammers about. At one point, I was in one astrologer’s office who supposedly found my leaf. At that point though, I had divulged so much info about myself through the y/n question process, that when he had found my leaf, I had no reason to believe that what was being said was anything other than regurgitated info. I explained to him that I didn’t believe he had my leaf and walked out. That was kind of a surreal moment too. He potentially had my leaf in hand, but my intuition was completely unconvinced.
I went back to nap at my hotel and resumed the search that evening. I found one astrologer who seemed somewhat convincing other than the fact he was trying to discretely snaffle more money from me (unsuccessfully) at opportune moments. It was not to say that his reading was not accurate, because objectively, a lot of the indexing process was spot on. Despite this, the quality of his reading was debased by his pilfering attempts.
Its like making a palatable delicacy with high quality ingredients then ruining the whole thing by squeezing a bitter lime over it. Tragic.
I left his office with a sense of alleviation, not because I had confidence in his reading and that I found my leaf, but because it was over. I could, at least in some superficial temporary way, let it go.
Chasing after some item that supposedly has your whole story/ destiny on it can be cumbersome and an easy/burdensome attachment to acquire. I emerged, in a kind of blissful, relief. I wandered aimlessly back into the Vaitheeswaran temple, looking at the details on ceiling, watching people make offerings, and watching the men in ceremonial garb play loud instruments as they paraded through the temple. It was kind of like another world, an older time.

Goa and Dehli

After Carol left, I left Nepal. My visa expired and I decided to do a panchakarma treatment in Dehli.

Panchakarma translates into “5 karmas”. It’s an ayuverdic prodecure that can involve up to (and more sometimes more than) 5 treatments. Read more about them here. I thought I’d try it to address the digestive intolerances I’ve had for the last 8 years.

Although I was advised against it, I took Indigo airlines. The trip was short and relatively pleasant. I was surprised with the amount of leg room I had for being a cheap flight. I was also surprised to find that the lines at the Indian customs was quick. Anirudh, my friend that I’d be staying with in Dehli, said India had changed a lot since I was last here 6 years ago. After landing, I noticed that all of the advertising boards in the airport had a short video of a white woman sporting a white trench coat. The ad wasn’t advertising any brand. It just simply said “style”. This ad was everywhere. I guess this was like some kind of rebranding strategy. The airport was clean and had people movers.

It was good to see Anirudh again. I would be staying with him and his family for the 11 days of my treament. It was also good to see cows on the street.

The second day I was in Dehli, we met up with Addi, a fellow earthbag workshop participant. That was fun. We took the metro for part of our travels around the city. The metro was modern, clean, and cheap.

After getting some preliminary tests done, blood and such, the ayuverdic doctor prescribed my 11 day treatment. The treatment involved oil massages, steam baths, other treatments, and eating “kitchery” everyday, a mix of rice and lentils, which is supposed to be good for the gut. It remains to this day a simple favorite I’ve had almost everyday since.
I am so thankful to Anirudh’s mom for cooking for me during this time.

Those 11 days seemed to go on for a long time, but it wasn’t bad, just long. I stayed in the suburbs, in these residential towers on the 20th floor. One of my favorite features of being out there was the accessibility of fresh produce. There was a daily market right outside the apartment complex in the mornings and one down the street that opened at nights.

The healing process that happened was like magic: seamless and multilayered. The only way I know how to explain it is through my perspective which is that all sickness is psychosomatic, so its necessary to also talk about the readings that came up and my observations at this time.

My readings had to do with the insubstantiality of mind. Prior to reading this, they had to do with the insubstantiality of the phenomenal world. So although it seems logical that this should follow the preceding, its actually pretty challenging for me to properly understand/ embody this teaching in anything other than a superficial conceptual level.

Meanwhile, what I was observing “at home” was Indian family. Anirudh lives with his parents. His sister and brother-in-law, who both also work remotely, come over everyday. His mom has a beautiful shrine that she adorns with flowers and other offerings daily. She or one of her children chant some mantra/sutra and ring a bell as part of daily chanting. There is a lot of love in the home. I think the witnessing and participating in this type of environment was also a necessary part of my healing.

I’m glad to report that the treatment was effective! I’m able have many of the foods I couldn’t eat prior to the treatment, in moderation. It really is still somewhat unbelievable.
There are no words for the gratitude I feel for my doctors, Anirudh, and his family.

The day after my treatment ended, I took a trip to visit the lotus temple. It had been more than 10 years since I’d been to this place. I remember it being more magical than it was this time around. The architecture is amazing, but at this time, there seemed to have been more regulatory control on the lines and moving the people. The temple has these marble seats that are nice to look at, but not so nice to sit on.

After Dehli, I decided to embark on a few things I’d been wanting to do in India for a while. They weren’t major, but I figured since I was in the area, I might as well do them.

First, Goa.
I just wanted to dance. (And actually at any given time of my life this always hold true, its like my prayer).
The conditions pave the way for action. Its just somewhat unusual for the conditions to bring about that kind of action in my life these days, but having just left Delhi, I was in a kind of prolonged elated state.

My arrival in Goa was marked by a sense of surreality, continued elation, and joy. I arrived at hostel called “Spaceland”. Actually, I had intended to stay on the northernmost beach in Goa, Arambol, but because of careless planning, I booked my hostel in Mandrem, the district just south of Arambol. Goa is quite spread out. I was told multiple times that I should rent a motorbike/scooter to get around. The first day there, I walked up to Arambol to see if a bike was really warranted. I spent the day walking through residential paths, getting to Arambol, checking out potential hostels to move to, checking out the shops, then looking for a good party. I actually found that there were a lot of good venues/ bars along the beach front as the sun went down. When I mean “good” I mean I would potentially dance to that music. Sadly, no one was dancing, just drinking and eating. I walked south back toward my hostel.

There I met up with my roommate, Swaroop. He invited me to this “tribal” fire party. The event was put on by this association called “Trip Foundation” which is comprised of mostly Russians. There are a lot of Russians and Israelis in Goa.
When I arrived, the fire show had already begun. There were staff, poi, and other misc fire performers. The performers were quite good, particularly the poi performer. There certainly was a lot of fire. At one point, two girls came out with a flame thrower in each arm, firing into the air. The grand finale included several performers dancing at once then lighting a chain link fence on fire to spell out “trip foundation”.
After the performers were done, the dj started playing. At first, the music hit me and I was like, “oh yes”, but moments later I was like, “oh no”. That’s really the best way to describe it. I think the circumstances were such that it masked the heavy, dark, irregular beats for its initial moments so as to be perceived as enjoyable. Perhaps it was because the performance I’d just witness was in some ways incredible… in other ways a bit much. At some point I decided the music was definitely not worth dancing to. I exited to get a drink. The bar was full of people speaking Russian. I walked up. The bartender served everyone besides me. Then he served the people who came up after me. He didn’t make eye contact with me. At some point after he served another customer, I interrupted him, money in hand, and asked for a water. He said he didn’t have water, then he said, “oh wait”, he looked down, and picked up a bottle. Then he asked for exact change, or to take two. I found and gave him exact change, pretty irate at this point. I’d seen him handling cash with other customers. I took my drink and left. I headed to the fire performance area where there were still people playing with fire. The air was thick with the smell of fuel and smoke. My eyes were beginning to burn. The music was awkward. I couldn’t find a reason to stay so I left. That was a strange turn of events and a weird night. It really had the makings of an epic party but turned south on a dime.
A fine lesson in detachment? A cosmic joke at play? If I was the orchestrator of such a joke, I would certainly would be amused.

The next day I woke up for my morning routine, then took a nap after breakfast, and slept and slept and slept. Wow, the exhaustion of the previous day hit me. I could see why people use bikes to get around. I woke up again around 4pm, rented a bike, and drove down to the southern beaches.
I found this one bar that had great music, but no one was dancing and the drinks were a bit out of my budget. These kinds of scenes happened to me a few times here. Tragic. Eventually, I ended up at an open air club/bar called Anti-social. The music was hit or miss, sometimes having some pretty epic songs. I chatted up a guy I recognized who was also staying at Spaceland. Eventually he left. The music was good enough to stick around for. By this time I decided I would dance regardless if I was the only one. I’ve hit this point before in my youth. Glad to be here again 🙂

The next day, on the full moon, I decided to go to a Circular Connected Breathing workshop. Wow. That was powerful. The facilitator guided the international group of participants through what I can best describe as a kind of hyperventilation technique in conjunction with moving the pelvis. The effect is the uncovering of subconscious trauma.
After I had lovely chat with some of the participants at the resort’s cafe.

Later that night, most of the participants met up at this full moon cacao ceremony that included some ecstatic dance and a singing circle. That was fun.

The next day I went to a contact improv jam! Its been ages since I’ve been to one. It was so good to be in that environment. After, I went to a venue where one of my workshop peers was performing. He’s actually kind of a celebrity. He (Nader) is the drummer for the German band Nena, best known for their song “99 luft balloons”.

After this I decided leave Goa. Goa has a lot going on, always, but once you take a step back, you can kind of collect yourself and move one.


The Showers

The past few weeks have been pretty eventful, as all other weeks. The construction of the dome has winded down, although bits of work were done and are still left to do.
The camps construction crew’s attention has turned to the building of new outdoor showers. The design is like a sigma E. The main structure went up relatively fast. We received new volunteers to help with the project. At one point, we hired contract masons to plaster the showers. It was good to work with them and see their techniques.
I also got an intro to plumbing thanks to Haribol, the construction crew’s lead!

The dome had its floor installed, made up of leveled gravel then cement. We would have done an earthen floor, but there was a deadline to meet.
Parts of the wall kept falling off. A cow dung mixture was applied to those parts and the entire inside was treated with cow dung wash to smooth out the cracks. After drying, we applied 2 coats of lime wash.
The door and window frames were fit into place and secured with metal rods that were hammered into the walls then bolted to the frames.

The food at camp continues to be amazing.

I continue to enjoy the strong sense of community that is intrinsic to Conscious Impact. They host meetings and workshops frequently. Its incredible to see the impact the organization has on the community perpetually unraveling before my eyes.

I took a bus to down to Kathmandu to meet my friend Carol, who would come to visit for 2 weeks. On the way down, the bus got a flat tire. Fortunately, all my luggage was on my lap. I walked out of the bus, crossed the street, and flagged down the next bus passing by. It’s liberating being able to travel light and easily. While in city, awaiting Carol’s arrival, I checked out the Saturday Sherpa Farmer’s Market. It was pretty sweet, a kind of loungy/ pedestrianized/ expat hangout scene with lots of novel artisan crafted goods.
I also met a fun girl from my hostel, Sophie.

Carol arrived and we hit the tourist sites in Kathmandu: Monkey temple, Boudhanath, and Durbar Square. We also went to the cremation grounds and saw an Aarti, a worship ritual dance using fire and incense.
There’s much to be said about about my time with Carol, but I’ll highlight the most memorable.
The time at the cremation grounds was powerful. I felt the heartbreak of the deceased family members as my own. Carol and I got into a heated discussion the next day primarily concerned with how differently people perceive their experience of reality/ life.
Also powerful, was the meditation time we had in a temple behind Boudhanath stupa. At one point I gazed right into the eye of a statue of Padmasambava … penetrating.
Before we left Kathmandu, we stopped by Sami Croissant. The owner is a food scientist who makes croissants out of bamboo cells. I had a “ham and cheese” croissant that was entirely vegan, pretty interesting place.

After Kathmandu, we took a 10 hour tempestuous bus ride to Pokhara. Pokhara was just lovely. There are numerous cafes on the lake side with cozy venues and awesome menus. Up on the mountain tops, you can see a giant Shiva statue and a peace pagoda.
The peace pagoda was pretty special. I felt a deep calm, the kind I achieve only after a concentrated one hour meditation, achieved in less than 10 minutes.
One evening, Carol and I stumbled upon a full moon ritual. I thought that was quite auspicious.
Before we left, I witness what was perhaps the fattest dog I’ve ever seen. I pointed it out to Carol, who commented that I was hurting its feelings.

We returned to Kathmandu for a day to transit over to the Conscious Impact camp. While in Kathmandu, I caught up with friends in the area.

It was great to have Carol experience the magic that is the CI camp. Below are pics from a community dinner we had at one of the staff’s (mama’s) home. “Mama” is Nepali for “uncle”.

I returned to Kathmandu to see Carol off and to fly out myself. My visa expired and so I left to India, but I’ll be back soon to continue working on more natural building projects.

The trip was nice. It is like being in some kind of time warp these past 3 weeks, transitioning from place to place. It calls to mind a quote on groundlessness from Chogyam Trungpa, “The bad news is you’re falling through the air, nothing to hang on to, no parachute. The good news is, there’s no ground.”

Life is dream-like, everything is due to its causes. ♡

Plastering

After the formal course ended, I headed down with the exiting group to spend a few days in Kathmandu. On the way back up, the bus got stuck in the mud for about 1.5 hours. It was amusing/ frustrating watching the Nepali passengers attempt various methods to free the bus. I had my own ideas, but they were shot down. When the men were tired and resting, the bus backed up to get a “running start”. I quickly leveled the ground with a stick and stomped down to compact the earth. The bus rushed up and made it. I can’t say that my efforts was what did it, as it was in combination with techniques others were using, but in any case, I was able to see once again the mental irritation that comes up when others reject my ideas, insisting their strategies being best.

Back at camp, a few volunteers remained. We got started with plastering the inside of the dome with earth. We used an angle grinder to cut holes in the earthbags to insert the skeleton of the electrical system. We also build a scaffold out of bamboo to reach the ceiling. The agriculture team, meanwhile, worked on inoculating chestnut logs with shitake mushroom spores.

Kamilo, Mariana’s and Orian’s son, had his first food tasting ceremony. Here, the local tradition is to have a priest offer and lead the father of the child into offering various blessings to the child. The community is invited to witness, offering their own blessings, eat, and celebrate.

The holidays were pretty special. We had a white elephant exchange. Oriol, a Catalonian volunteer, brought the “Tio” tradition of hitting a log, with a face, gently, and it then “pooping” out presents. We also had a Catalonian soup for dinner. On Christmas, the camp hosts a yearly pinata breaking for the children of the community.

One of the most exciting days was trash day. I was ecstatic to see that this community makes ecobricks! I have never encountered a community, and very rarely individuals, who take responsibility for what they consume. For years I’ve been advocating for people to consume less disposable plastic products and to make ecobricks from the waste they do use.

For more information on how you can become an environmentally responsible citizen of this planet who takes ownership for what they consume, make ecobricks, click here.

For the new year, we hiked 7 hours up some mountains to a place called Gobre. The journey was filled unique sites. I saw this one house with the Tibetan Bon tradition 4 dignities painted on the entrance: Tiger, Lion, Garuda, Dragon.

On the way up, we passed 3 stupas. Just before arriving at the destination, I came across a very simple school. It looked so bare, it was as though it were not in use, but I heard from the locals otherwise.

The nights and the morning were met with frost on the ground. The mornings were clear and offered spectacular views of distant snow capped Langtang mountains, one of which looked like the face of an old man staring back. On the way back down, I saw some artisans working on the intricate carvings of little stupas using cement.

After a magic and memorable New Years, work resumed. We plastered the outside of the dome with cement, perhaps my least favorite, however necessary part of the process. Cement is so much harsher on the skin than earth plaster. The dome top was easy, but the vertical parts had to be covered in wire mesh to catch the plaster. We applied about 3 coats on the outside, then returned to apply additional earth coats on the inside.

At the time the dome plastering was coming to an end, we began prepping bamboo for the next project, an outdoor shower. Bamboo was harvested, transported, cut, and treated. Of the 7 volunteers who stayed on after the dome workshop ended, only 2 of us remain now. The preciousness of time is evident daily here.

Completion

The dome was completed on Friday. I could hardly believe the daily grind of shoveling and mixing dirt, filling bags, tossing buckets, compass measuring, and barbed wire weaving were suddenly ended. With that, also a dispersion of a quickly formed tight-knit community. It was over in the blink of an eye. I made sure to document the details of the entire process.

The last week was full of ups and downs, with bouts of tired sore sluggishness and excitement for the dénouement to arrive. Learning was/is happening all the time at different levels. I recall reading two dharma passages. One is regarding the compassionate concern for others (intention not just action). The other was on how the ultimate mode of our existence is contrary to how it appears.

Just like the physics of building a dome, these subtle details are easily forgotten and hard to see. The last several rings of tamping earthbags on a dome seem to defy the laws of gravity. The fear is felt in the depths of the quads, hamstrings, and lower back as the detail oriented work continues.

After the dome was finished we celebrated with a certificate ceremony and drinks at the local tea shop. It was a surreal, glorious, and peaceful bliss.

The day after the dome was completed, most of the volunteers left to Kathmandu. I joined them to pick up some supplies and explore more of the city. Sanipa is the ex-pat part of the city with more of your western type goods: organic jams, gluten free pastries, and novelty flours.

Patan Durbar square is one of three UNESCO Durbar squares in the city. There is a medieval royal place there surrounded by various intricately carved stone temples.

I also visited an ayuverdic hospital. Its so incredible to see this kind of affordable health care available to the public.

The Workshop

Up till this point, the formal workshop had not begun. The foundation would be prepared prior to the workshop’s start. One day, the early arrivals were given the chance to take an oyster mushroom cultivation workshop. That was fun. The process involved steaming rice straw, packing bags full of it, adding mycelium, and tying them off.

Life at CI continued to be peaceful and enjoyable, going out to community dinners, having random guests drop in, and taking in the scenery.

My friend Anirudh and I went to Kathmandu the weekend before the workshop began. It had been about a month since I’d been at CI. It was nice to have the amenities of a big city. The first stop back was at a Thai restaurant (Krau Thai). The banana pudding there, served warm with fresh coconut milk, was amazing!

We stayed at the eccentric Yog hostel. The rooftop had a restaurant/ bar with a panoramic view of the city. I did some snack shopping and spent some time at Boudhanath stupa, the biggest stupa in the world. I got to sit in on some monks chanting. That took me to a deep peaceful place.

We hitched a ride back to Takure with the new arrivals. It was exciting to have new people on the land. It’s been a week since their arrival. We have been busy setting the foundational bags, and building up 7 ground rings. The mornings continue to be busy with manual labor. We have a theory class after lunch, and then head back to work till 4:30pm. We have dinner and socialize in the evenings. The groups splits up cooking and cleaning duties.

We continue to have community dinners once a week. This week, we were invited to a local Nepali wedding reception.

The dome is coming along quickly, we are about half way done. We should be done with it in 5 days.

The Foundation

After Tihar, we started working on the foundation. Much of the mountainous land here is divided into terraces. The terrace was chosen and we began by clearing away the top soil. The earthbags must not have any organic matter in them, otherwise it could affect the structural integrity.

The terrace was not even. We dug several centimeters to harvest the calculated amount soil needed, leveling the earth as we worked. Once that was done, we stuck a piece of rebar in at the center of the future dome. We drew out the diameters of the inner and outer walls and marked them with flour. We also tested the soil to figure out how much cement was needed to add to the earth. (Yes, even with this natural technique, you will still need cement for reinforcement, but it will likely be between 5% and 10%, far less than a conventional building.) We also added flour lines to mark the entrance buttresses.

Once lines were marked to outline the earthbags, we dug down 70cm. After being dug we needed to add 30cm of gravel. The gravel was at a higher elevation. There are no roads from the gravel to the construction site, so we had to carry the gravel manually. The locals here carry loads on their backs with a head support. I tried that once and felt pretty uncomfortable. I hate compromising good posture; efficiency is always compromised. I emptied out my backpack, stuffed the polyester sack into it, and transported gravel that way. I was able to carry more gravel, travel faster, and take less breaks.

Life is good here. The labor is arduous but rewarding and habit-forming. I love living in community again. Once a week we will go out to have dinner at a local community member’s home. This past week, after community dinner, we stop in at a home that was also a shop. The shop owner invited us in for a drink of home brewed millet alcohol.

Yesterday we made pizza in the cob oven. 🙂

I continue to delight in finding the novelties in living here. One day, I walked to Nawalpur to get some rice flour. I found this plate made of leaves and sticks. I have such an appreciation for well made things using natural products. I went to a mill to get my rice flour. The entire little shack was covered in flour.

Monkeys are big nuisance to the farmers here. They travel in groups of 20 -30, sometimes up to 100, destroying crops and gardens. It’s important that around dusk time, not to allow them to be near your crops, otherwise they’ll stay overnight and eat them early in the morning. For 3 days we had monkeys near our garden. A variety of tactics were used by a number of volunteers and staff to scare them off. For those 3 days, I did my morning meditation in the garden. I noticed that they got close but wouldn’t come down to the ground if I was there.

Some tea time snacks are unusual, many times including raw flat rice, roasted soy beans, and raw onion.

Tihar arrival

After Kathmandu, I headed to the Conscious Impact campsite in Takure. I met up with four other volunteers at the bus station. The bus ride was kind of alarming but also interesting. It was about 4 hours of an up hill ride. At times, I could see the ledge just a few inches from bus tires.

The village is marked by a single tea shop that sells convenience store type products. We were greeted by the founder, Orion, his wife Marianna, and newborn, Camillo. We were shown the premises which include an open air kitchen, a lounge space, a tipi, a brick making station, a bamboo treatment station, a dorm, some compost toilets, a green house, a garden, an orchard, a cob oven, and 2 earthbag homes.

The first week was eventful. I arrived at the beginning of one of the most celebrated holidays here, Tihar. It is a 5 day holiday that includes blessing various animals then concluding with people blessing each other.

I was guided around the village by a man nicknamed “mama” (uncle). He showed us the various projects Conscious Impact had accomplished. He showed the volunteer group a bus stop made of bamboo, cob, and eco-bricks! I was happy to see that they advocate for eco-bricks here. We saw houses made of cob, earthbags, and earth bricks.

Coffee is a major crop that Conscious Impact has introduced to the area. The biggest contribution CI has made here though, was after the major 2015 earthquake. After, CI found a way to install individual water taps at each house. Prior to this, there were communal water taps spread around the village.

We saw the next town over, Nawalpur, which has a few more shops than Takure.

One day we took a straw weaving class. Another day we harvested rice, a major crop in the area.

Some days during this festival we would get carolers of kids singing for tips of food and money. One morning a man with a big horn came.

The final day of Tihar is called Bhai Tika. This is where women go to their family home and offer blessing of snacks, flowers, and forehead paints to their brothers. The brothers then offer money blessings to each of their sisters.

I feel so fortunate to have been invited to a local’s home to part take in this intimate family gathering! It was so nice to see the various generations of siblings offering blessings to each other. There is a kind of gentleness and love amongst siblings I see here that I don’t see in the US often. It’s heart warming.

The people here have enduring nick names for each other here like “brother” and “deedee” (aunt). Using this language creates a kind of friendliness in the culture. It’s easy to smile at and greet strangers here.

The Other Side of the World

After Colorado, I decided to look into earthbag home workshops. Eventually, I decided on a program in Takure, Nepal called Conscious Impact. For the past 2 months I have been preparing for my trip. I arrived in Kathmandu last week. 

My trip began in Houston. I was fortunate to be able to get hosted and hangout with a long time friend, Oliver. It was good to catch up! While in Houston, I visited the Rothko chapel, a chapel dedicated to peace amongst all people and religious traditions. It’s a silent space with a skylight in an octagonal building. There are black murals on every wall of the large room. In my experience, there is a sense of peace that starts to open up and percolate through the brain when meditating in these kinds of spaces. It is as though the pineal gland grows up and out like a tree. Before I left Houston, I had amazing GF pancakes at Snooze.

I can’t figure out exactly how long my 2 flights were, but they began at 5pm on a Wednesday and I arrived in Kathmandu at 2am on Friday. It was probably the longest flight I’ve ever taken.

At the taxi stand, after landing, a fellow traveler, Jack, overheard my destination and asked to split the ride. Jack is a young guy from DC who works for Amazon and was taking a 2 week holiday to trek the Annapurna circuit. When we arrived at the hostel, we were greeted by a sleepy doorman who checked us off a list and gave us a double room, telling us to pay later. The Nepali vibe is quite relaxed.

I spent 2 days in Kathmandu. It was fun to revisit this place. Thamel, the touristic downtown area, offers lots to do.

While looking at a Hindu site, I was approached by a man, La Lama, who chatted me up and told me he was a cultural tour guide. He offered to take me to a stupa down the road. He introduced me to different store owners and encouraged me to buy products. I wasn’t interested in accumulating stuff, but I was happy to discuss the rich symbolism in the tanka paintings with him and the shop owners. After looking around the stupa and the shops, he offered to take me to more places, but I declined. I offered him a tip but he refused. He said he wanted more money than I was offering. I didn’t feel like that was justified as most of our interaction was going into shops and asking me questions. He tried a variety of tactics to try to cajole the money out of me. I held my ground and rebutted his arguments on premises of ethics and sale effectiveness. In the end he left angrily.

It’s important to hold your ground and stay cordial.

The rest of the time in Kathmandu was relatively pleasant. I had some nice Thai food; not in any rush to try the local spicy cuisine. There was a sense of familiarity being in culture that encompassed Tibetan Buddhism.

Colorado ’23

This summer I headed out to Colorado after the school year. Being a teacher was more difficult than I expected. There was a feeling of elation and relief when it was over.

My friend Alexis had asked me to go visit her. Alexis defies description. The best I can do is say she is a mix of wild fire, Buddhist nun, fearlessness, love, generosity, intense focus and playfulness (and she loves to touch her food before eating it). At first I was unsure, as what I wanted more than anything was to do nothing, but I decided it would be good to connect with old friends and see the new face of the Shambhala Mountain Center.

Arriving in Colorado was like a dream. Things were novel and beautiful. I stayed in Boulder my first night. I got to see Naropa University for the first time. What a charming campus! I loved that they had drag race gatherings and EDM festival flyers on their community boards. They also had a cob bench in one of their gardens!

Boulder is lovely. I remember not thinking that when I lived in Colorado a few years back, but I think the contrast of coming from Texas and still riding the elation high of not working, skewed my perspective. I got to see my inscrutable meditation instructor, Agness. She has been such a beacon of wisdom in my life.

I spent a fair amount of time in Longmont staying with Alexis. Longmont kind of reminds of Fort Collins, but with less diversity and no college scene. Its like where people in the area move when they’re middle aged, having children, and don’t want to pay the outrageous real estate to live in Boulder. I just so happened to run into some old colleagues, Marsha and Jon, while wandering into a local summer music event downtown.

One day, Alexis and I headed over to a Shambhala gathering over on the outskirts of Boulder. The event was hosted by some mushroom farmers, Nicole and Benjamin Wolf, owners of West Wolf Medicinals mushroom powders. Later that evening, we headed over to see our friend Hazel and then to Tracks club. It was a captivating crowd and a lively evening!

I headed out to volunteer at the Drala mountain center (formerly Shambhala mountain center) for two weeks. It was so stimulating to be back on the land! There was a double rainbow on the arrival day of two long retreats.

The land had been through a difficult few years, but seemed like it was a time for new beginnings. There was a new CEO recently selected. I got to meet up with old colleagues and meet new faces. This is a special place.

I spent my birthday here! That was exciting. We had an epic fire by a river at Elkhorn state park right next door.

After DMC, I headed back to stay with Alexis for another week. I met up with old friends, Heather, Dan, Eric, and Kambrie and explored more of Boulder. I love that many homes in Boulder are wildscaping their lawns. Before I left the area, Alexis and I headed over to Estes Park to hike over to Sky Pond. The views were stunning. The water at Sky Pond was so cold, my legs went numb. We had to run almost 5 miles back downhill to make sure we didn’t miss the last shuttle back to our car. It was kind of an intense day.

Next, I headed over to Silt, west of Glenwood Springs to visit Rachel. The ride over through the Clear Creek Canyon was amazing! I loved Rachel’s house. It was so quaint and peaceful, in the middle of nowhere. We went rock climbing with her partner Takeo. That was exciting! Later, I helped her set up at the farmer’s market. Rachel is a death doula.

After Silt, I headed to Buena Vista to visit Pam. Pam is fun. We jumped in the Arkansas River daily, worked at our friend’s (Kevin) farm, and walked around the pedestrianized cute downtown. Pam “saved” a girl who could’ve been swept away by the river’s current.

After Buena Vista, I met up with my friends Inge and Josh at Crestone. Crestone is a special place. Its like a hidden spiritual haven. Josh had just bought some land there sandwiched between an ashram and a Tibetan Buddhist retreat center. Inge and I explored the forest and the town center. The town center is just a square but the greater Crestone area extends for miles across a range of mountains.

My final stop was Salida. Salida is just lovely. Another quaint mountain town with a river that runs through the center of it. It’s a bit bigger than Buenva Vista. I stayed at a mountaineer hostel (Simple lodge) while there and learned about this special subculture of extraordinary people.

This five week trip was so rich. It was nice to look on this place with fresh eyes again. At the end I felt rejuvenated and love. I felt the nourishment of cooperation, nature, generosity, and friendship. I feel so grateful to everyone I met on the trip. I’m inspired to begin my next chapter!