The Singer

I have long felt the ultimate musical instrument is the human voice. (Billie Holiday is, in my opinion, the ultimate singer but that’s a blog for another day.) The ritual was interspersed with chanting song by this monk. I found it resonated with my soul as does Gregorian Chant, the Islamic call to prayer, the…

The Gyaling Players

It was my great fortune to be at the Monkey Temple in Kathmandu during a Buddhist ritual. I love watching religious rituals. These ritual are an intimate time between man and his creator. Buddhism doesn’t have a creator in the sense of a supreme being in Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. Not being a Buddhist, I can only…

Head Luggage

Throughout the city of Kathmandu, I saw people carrying objects with their heads. The objects were either on their heads or were supported on their backs with a strap across the forehead connected to the objects ensuring stability. I admired their strength and balance under what seemed to be some very heavy loads. No wonder…