The myth of the Dalai Lama
The Dalai Lama is here in New Orleans – what better timing – after 19 people were shot at a second line parade on Mother’s Day. Our prayer flags have been flapping in the wind for weeks now and there is a buzz in the air, a hope that his presence here will bring healing.
A financial journalist said when the Dalai Lama visits good tidings follow in terms of the marketplace. We need more than currency – we need an awakening. The other day on someone else’s Facebook post a man said that he thinks heterosexuals are superior to homosexuals and I did not ignite, I just called it what it is – heterosexism. There’s a word for that kind of knuckle dragging thinking.
Meanwhile, the clock is ticking – the monks are creating a mandala with beautifully dyed sand that they will dump bit by bit into the Mississippi river when they are done. Prayer flags are up all over the city – the cloths bear prayers of peace, loving-kindness and forgiveness and when the wind blows, the prayers are carried on the wind. Most people leave their prayer flags up until there’s nothing left of them.
There’s so much excitement in that same wind. My new house is exciting me. The Dalai Lama’s visit is exciting me. My work on racism is exciting me (and depressing me too – depending on the moment). Life is exciting me.
Today I ran into the same person four times and he said he should play the lotto. The Dalai Lama brings healing and good fortune where he visits.
Break open the special box of fairy dust – we are ready for magic to happen.