21 July 2016
Well, I did it! The thing I was most afraid of: being left all alone in India. Everyone had gone to Gallu for the night except me. I was mainly alone in the guest house: there is a family who lives here (the manager) but I’m not sure they would have been very helpful, since their English is limited. So I was pretty much alone. No phone, no Internet, nothing. At first I was nervous about being nervous, but when I realized I wasn’t nervous, I felt fine. I didn’t sleep very well, but that was for other reasons. Got up, walked the Kora (the circumambulation around the temple) with the old Tibetans, headed for the Internet café and breakfast. Scrambled eggs always include onions and tomatoes. Did some errands, had lunch with Tsering’s niece Phurbo and a Tibetan doctor (who accurately made some diagnoses based on feeling my pulse). Then went to Chokey’s, Tsering’s sister, to bring her some pizza and vegetables. Again she arranged them artistically and took photos. I asked her to say some prayers for Mac’s mother: she tried to get me to buy some prayers at the temple, but I said I wanted her to pray for his mother. She wanted her name, so I wrote “Helen” on an envelope. Not alone tonight: several students came back, very sick. Scott, an assistant leader, took them to the hospital. Another student apparently got left behind because she over-slept, so she took a cab back. So while it’s not a full house, it’s not an empty house either. Comments are closed.
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Author Rebecca Moore is Professor Emerita of Religious Studies at San Diego State University. She is currently Reviews Editor for Nova Religio: The Journal of Alternative and Emergent Religions and Co-Director of The Jonestown Institute. Archives
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