Bairo Ling Monastery. Boudhanath, Nepal. May 2012.
I was having a pretty fabulous cappuccino with a dear friend today at a hip little cafe. If you didn’t look outside you’d believe you were in any Western city. Then suddenly during the conversation we both heard bells. So we turned around to look through the glass frontage outside to see a man with bells wrapped around him, long dreads, a colorful short skirt made of strips of disjointed fabric and a bare chest painted in what looked like possibly some sort of script—dancing in circles, wailing his arms about in some crazy ecstatic dance around the stupa. I turned back around to my friend and said, “This is the kind of stuff you cannot explain to people. They just have to experience it.” Yep.