This week’s picture (from Dawn Q Landau) is both haunting and inspiring. Eventually it brought to mind the incredible journey of Tibetan pilgrims who walk hundreds of miles through mountains and bitter weather to reach Lhasa, kowtowing at each step. That is to say, they raise head and hands to the sky, then lie prostrate on the floor, then walk three short steps before doing it again. For hundreds of miles. It is an act of humility, of faith and of determination. And thousands from this tiny community do it every year. Most are young and unmarried, but not all.
If you want more stories, take a pilgrimage of your own to FF hostess, Rochelle’s page. Bowing is optional.
Buddha is Patient
“I leave at dawn. You need not wake.” She touched her son’s head as though he were a little boy; not a father himself.
“Journey will kill you,” he said, watching her gnarled fingers push a needle through the sheepskin lining of her apron and tie the final knot.
“Then I die in prostration.”
He shook his head silently. She would go anyway, and a rift now would serve neither.
“I die closer to enlightenment,” she added. “And if I do not reach Lhasa in this life, I get there in my next. Buddha is patient. I shall be too.”