My Preaching

They say, “In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.” It is something like that when the sun breaks through during rainy season. After a week of rain, the sun gloriously broke forth this morning. In the picture you can see the shadows of the prayer flags on the stupa, as if they are no longer simply hovering above it but caressing it with their blessing.

I used the opportunity to wash my sheets and hang them out to dry—with an effect that was no less glorious than the sunshine. I won't go into detail, but let me just say that I will continue to do my own laundry here.

Getting sick in a different culture is always interesting. I obviously ate something problematic and was running a fever, was tired, and felt like I had been kicked in the stomach.

Electricity and water never run continuously here in Nepal, though now, in the rainy season, they work for about 18-20 hours a day (since much of the power is generated hydroelectrically).

I have a “comfortable” room in the Om Guest House here in Boudha, Nepal, in a quiet part of town next door to the Hyatt Regency.

Living in Madison, Wisconsin, USA, it is easy to forget that we live in a world on the edge.

Today I made it back to Nepal. Seven years it has been, and I had no idea I was so connected to this place.

I just read an interesting article, “Boundless Love,” by Alberto Ambrosio, a Dominican here in Istanbul.

Here is the community of Dominicans in Istanbul, Turkey. Dominicans arrived here in 1231 and built St.

I spent the day yesterday reworking the network in the house here in Istanbul. This is something that I do in just about every Dominican house I visit.