Timelapse

It has been a month since I’ve written anything. That’s not to say I haven’t been thinking about writing, but I know as well as you that that doesn’t count.

Anyway, since my last foray into the blogocasm, I have run at dizzying altitudes among beautiful mountain scenery, received the transmission that reveals the nature of mind, seen two moose, almost walked into a rattlesnake, celebrated the 49th day of my good friend’s passing, clothed myself in nothing but white for an extended length of time, spent approximately four nights with my girlfriend, walked into a tree, hugged another tree, and most recently ate a delicious piece of seared tuna, which I followed up with a room-temperature dutsi-filled beer.

Trungpa Rinpoche said something to the effect of: “If you can feel the pain and heartbreak of the setting sun, and simultaneously hold the vision of the Great Eastern Sun, then the warrior can make a proper cup of tea.” So here I am: tenderized like a piece of roadkill, and bursting with joy from the depth of my heart. For those of you who don’t get to serve that many cups of tea, I can tell you that this is the real deal. Your heart’s blood is the ingredient that will make one infusion of hot water and herbs different from another; it will make it glow with warm light of compassion.

If you can’t serve tea to anyone else, just make yourself a nice cup.

There is now a new addition to the Mukpo household: a beautiful baby girl. Jetsun Drukmo Yeshe Sarasvati Ziji Mukpo was born on August 11 at 10:24 am. She is a gorgeous little bundle of sweetness, whom no doubt will find new and profound ways to enrich and terrorize those of us lucky enough share her life.