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India, Religion, Tibetan Community

Just Down the Hill

This morning, a Buddhist nun, originally from Germany, led me down a shortcut to the Library of Tibetan Works and Archives.

I met her behind a car that was stuck in the rubble of the cracking road; we had both offered to push. Must have been startling for the two Indian men – suddenly finding themselves next to a young woman from the United States and a previously-German Buddhist nun in her saffron robes attempting to fight gravity and pebbles sliding underfoot.

She took off down the mountain at a quick pace, perhaps some combination of German upbringing and Buddhist purpose. I caught up with her, asking if she was going to the dharma class at the Library. It had already been quite a hike down the steep road from the main part of McLeodganj; I knew it was halfway down the mountain, but I had not fully realized how far. Students in this class walk it every day.

We set out down a stone steps laid into the side of the mountain, an apparently faster route. Concerned about tripping over my feet and knocking a Buddhist nun down three flights of stairs, my focus narrowed to the width of a single stepping stone. The stairs led us to a complex of houses, the nun briskly moving up and down more wet concrete staircases, around corners, my eyes still focused on her swishing red hem and sneakers. As we popped out onto a slippery stone courtyard, she said “That was easy!” as I staggered up behind her.

The Library of Tibetan Works and Archives is exactly what you want it to be: simple but gorgeous stone, brightly painted wooden eaves and an elaborately detailed entrance-way not overpowering its elegance. Rather than walking directly to the classroom, we turned left, moving clockwise around the building holding sacred texts – this, as I understand it, is called korma, and when done mindfully has as much merit as if you read all of the texts inside. Same reason that people spin prayer wheels.

A mix of Westerners and Tibetans were milling around outside and in the classroom. I joined the nun after removing my shoes, followed her advice on etiquette, and summarily botched the genuflections made when the teacher entered the room. Wise elders are revered more than any statue or image as the embodiment of Buddha. I chanted as best as I could, tried not to wiggle too much on my little mat (even though I was lucky enough to get one against the wall), and listened to the lecture.

Afterwards, alone, climbing the winding road back up the mountain in the reasonably-light rain (for the monsoon), every empty taxi honked and waved at me – why on earth would someone get soaked walking up that awful road if they could afford a lift?

But philosophy cannot remain trapped in a classroom, it must breathe throughout the mountain and in life.

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5 thoughts on “Just Down the Hill

  1. Thank you for that gentle reminder, of the Many lifetimes as a monk, living that quiet solitude. It’s not a practice, it’s a quality of life. Fear is loud and harsh, love is quiet and gentle. If I help an old woman across a busy street, there is a subtle shift of compassion that ripples out and touches everyone, yet it’s through the stillness of love and compassion do we see the subtle shifts of creation.
    Blessings…

    Posted by Christopher Snell | August 22, 2011, 1:30 pm
  2. I learned a lot from this post, much appreciated!! 🙂

    Posted by treadmill reviews | August 24, 2011, 5:49 am
  3. Great common sense here. Wish I’d thoghut of that.

    Posted by Joni | September 12, 2011, 6:47 pm

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