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Here is a small selection of graffiti, car bumper stickers, one liners on the radio, the Net
and passed on from friends. They may not all be politically correct but they reveal a little of what a mad world we live in.
All I ask is a chance to prove that money can’t make me happy.
Beware of limbo dancers. Written on the bottom of the toilet door in a women’s public toilet. Continue reading
Immediately after the Buddhafield Festival in Devon, UK, I hurried home, put my clothes in the washing machine, hung my tent out to dry, and then set off on the Monday morning for Le Moulin de Chaves (known as Tapovan in its last life). More than 200 of us in total, adults and kids, joined one week or two weeks of the annual French Dharma Yatra, one of the great annual events of the Sangha. Martin loves to remind people that I have walked every morning and afternoon of the seven yatras, and my only complaint is about the porridge. “Why import Scottish food on a French Yatra” has been my appeal.
I attended for the third year the five day Buddhafield Festival near
WALK THE TALK
I remember listening to Jaya (Ashmore) give her first Dharma talk during our first Dharma Gathering in Sarnath, India in February 1999. Sitting besides me was Nina from Sweden, my partner at the time. At the end of the talk –(on the nature of inter-connectedness, inwardly and outwardly), Nina turned to me and laughed: “Christopher, you’re history. I have a new guru. Her name is Jaya.” Don’t laugh. She meant it. Continue reading
Dominika had texted me so that we could find each other at the Buddhafield Festival in North Devon – among the 2500 others searching for themselves and each other who attend this annual event. Continue reading
