Today marks the Tibetan New Year, which I celebrated with an online recitation of The Nectar of The Path.
I'm a Tibetan Buddhist now. Not something I expected to say 10 years ago, when I first started my journey with Mingyur Rinpoche. I'd had enough of ritual with Catholicism. The appeal of Mingyur Rinpoche was his secularism.
But there is reward in being locked in. Just as I've been acculumating savings ever since I signed up for a paycheck withdrawal RRSP, I believe that my mind will clarify, peace and love in my heart will grow more effortlessly from my commitment to a belief system that has proven its merit to me over and over again in the last decade.
Next week I officialy take my Bodhisatva vow.
I took it in my heart a few months ago. Before that even, when I read the dedication chapter of the Way of the Bodhisatva to my father a few hours before he died.
In April I hope to take the first course in The Path of Liberation, and receive pointing out instructions from Mingyur Rinpoche.
I've received an amazing taste of these instructions from Michael Taft.
Despite all the deep sadness of events in the world right now, as war rages on, I feel ready to accept whatever comes this year of the water tiger.
May the peace of the water element, from which I take my name, combine with the power of the tiger element to accelerate love and ease to everyone who is suffering now. May we all be liberated. May we all one day soon know joy.
