My Preaching

An old motorcycle, a good traveling companion, and an open road... freedom.

Most of the rice is now heavy with grain, almost ready to harvest, but not quite. Much of it needs a bit more time to finish growing. But this last little bit of time has its own problems.

Today is the first day of the rice harvest, with the first field I have seen being harvested right outside my back door. As one would expect, everything is done by hand.

A patchwork of small farms cling to the hillsides in Lamatar on the edge of the Kathmandu valley.

In Lubhu, a town to the south of Kathmandu, there are two main industries: weaving and making yeast cakes for chang.

This morning in church we had pretty incredible readings.

I live with a Tibetan family in an apartment in Siddha Nagar, a neighborhood over small a ridge north of Boudhanath. This is the view from our roof. 

Around town there are a few open taps, "springs" where people come and get water and do laundry all day. It certainly is a talent to keep your long skirt dry while doing laundy in a pool of water.

Today the city shifted gears into festival mode for the annual Teej festival at the Pashupati Temple, a Hindu temple to an avatar of Vishnu named Pashupati, or "Lord of the Creatures." On this day,

There are many, many different kinds of people here in Boudha. So many stories to learn.

Many photographs of people must be taken in an instant, as life flies by and one tries to capture a fleeting moment. This was not one of those photographs.

I arrived in Nepal and out to my destination for the next year, Boudhanath. The center of the town is a giant Buddhist stupa, a large shrine housing a relic of a bodhisattva. How large? Look at the enlarged photo and you will see some people. They are about half way up the stupa.