(Delayed blog entry from June 2012)
As I write these words I sit at the foothills of the Himalayas in the area known as Dharamsala (more specifically, a tiny village named Bhagsu). I've only been here for 2 hours so far, but already I can tell this is a beautiful, peaceful and majestic place. Our volunteer group took a 12 hour bus ride from New Delhi last night. I’m sitting on top of a large bolder the size of a truck in a wooded area … a stream of melted snow from the mountains gently flows not too far way and I can hear the water as it caresses the rocks. All types of birds are singing and I can hear locals chatter in the distance. It has never occurred to me that a place this beautiful could ever exist on this planet.
As I write these words I sit at the foothills of the Himalayas in the area known as Dharamsala (more specifically, a tiny village named Bhagsu). I've only been here for 2 hours so far, but already I can tell this is a beautiful, peaceful and majestic place. Our volunteer group took a 12 hour bus ride from New Delhi last night. I’m sitting on top of a large bolder the size of a truck in a wooded area … a stream of melted snow from the mountains gently flows not too far way and I can hear the water as it caresses the rocks. All types of birds are singing and I can hear locals chatter in the distance. It has never occurred to me that a place this beautiful could ever exist on this planet.
We were introduced to Vickas and his family: Nisha (wife)
and Ibu (son). We meet for breakfast at
10am and will soon be introduced to the Tibetan refugee monks we’ll be working
with for the next few weeks. I’m really
excited to learn from my interactions as these days unfold. This is truly an experience of a lifetime.
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