My Preaching

In Lubhu, a town to the south of Kathmandu, there are two main industries: weaving and making yeast cakes for chang.

This morning in church we had pretty incredible readings.

I live with a Tibetan family in an apartment in Siddha Nagar, a neighborhood over small a ridge north of Boudhanath. This is the view from our roof. 

Around town there are a few open taps, "springs" where people come and get water and do laundry all day. It certainly is a talent to keep your long skirt dry while doing laundy in a pool of water.

Today the city shifted gears into festival mode for the annual Teej festival at the Pashupati Temple, a Hindu temple to an avatar of Vishnu named Pashupati, or "Lord of the Creatures." On this day,

There are many, many different kinds of people here in Boudha. So many stories to learn.

Many photographs of people must be taken in an instant, as life flies by and one tries to capture a fleeting moment. This was not one of those photographs.

I arrived in Nepal and out to my destination for the next year, Boudhanath. The center of the town is a giant Buddhist stupa, a large shrine housing a relic of a bodhisattva. How large? Look at the enlarged photo and you will see some people. They are about half way up the stupa.

While here in South Africa, I took the opportunity to meet Martin's family (Martin is my Dominican brother whom I came here to see. He is the one on the right). We had a wonderful time.

I touched down today in Johannesburg, South Africa, to visit an old friend and learn something about another face of Africa.

One thing about Rome that always intrigues me is how very old it is. These pillars have been standing here for two thousand years.

People are funny. Sometimes when all the culture, art, and beauty in the world beckons, all you want is a candy bar.

"Honey, do we have any more Baby Baby Ruth's?"