Welcome Home Tashi!

We adopted a new dog last month. Here's the picture of our new little guy that was posted on Petfinder from the Southside Animal Shelter we adopted him from.

I didn't go to the shelter to meet him specifically. A few of my friends were trying to talk me into adopting a different dog who was having a rough time at the shelter and needed to be placed in a home quickly.  Fortunately, he had already been adopted. So the very kind shelter attendant showed me all of the other dogs, spent a lot of time with me and was very patient. I held and walked many of the dogs there. But the last dog I walked was a seven year old Lhasa Apso Mix named Bernie Mac. He barked the least of the dogs there and seemed really chill and laid back. He didn't seem terribly interested in me but was excited to be out on a walk. He snuffed and coughed the way Margot does and reminded me of her. I couldn't take him home that day, but I called Greg right away and told him I'd found Margot's male counterpart.

Tashi's first afternoon at home.

When the day came to bring him home, I was so excited I could hardly bear it. After completing some paperwork, they brought him to me. We walked to the car and when I opened the passenger door, he jumped right in. We have been together ever since.

I thought we'd maybe continue to call him Bernie or Mac or Barney or Bennie, something similar to what they called him at the shelter. I'd also thought of calling him Tashi, which means auspicious or good luck in Tibet, where the Lhasa Apso breed originated. Once I had him home and walking around the neighborhood I knew he was a Tashi. He responded to the name almost immediately.

He had me completely fooled at the shelter. He is still very laid back, but he loves to run and play. He is truly a joyous creature, and now I think that he was a little depressed at the shelter. Also, while at the shelter he was not terribly interested in me, but now he never leaves my side and he watches my every move.

I did order a DNA test that verified the shelter's guess that he's a Lhasa Mix, and he has most of the Lhasa traits. He loves all of our family and friends, but I am his favorite person and he is very wary of strangers (the breed standard says "chary of strangers" but who uses the word "chary"?). Lhasa Apsos were bred to be watchdogs for the nobility and monasteries in Tibet. In fact the Tibetan name is Apso Seng Kyi, which means "lion sentinel dog". He has a bark to match that of the largest dogs and likes to sit on our front porch to watch traffic and passersby. He will bark at anyone who knocks on the door, and at anyone we see on our walks who is running. Sometimes he will bark when a large truck goes by, then I have to let him out on the front porch to show him that there is no one out there or else he will keep barking and looking at me expectantly. He definitely sees himself as a lion, and not a small one either.

So welcome Tashi to our home, his forever home. We are lucky to have him.

Lhakar Pledges and Losar Preparations

I have been thinking about this blog entry for a long time, but have been very busy with Losar (Tibetan New Year) preparations and study. This morning I am waiting for this headache to dissipate so I thought this would be a good opportunity to write about my Losar preparations.

Why observe Losar at all? I am an American of European descent, not Tibetan, and my family is not Tibetan either. The answer comes down to how I choose to live my life. For a practicing Buddhist in the Tibetan/Himalayan tradition, many of my religious observances are based on the Tibetan lunar calendar, so it has great significance to me. In many ways, Losar is more meaningful to me than Western holidays. It is one of the guideposts I organize my life around, and a time to reflect on goals for my personal and spiritual life. I think I also observe it out of gratitude for the blessings and happiness Buddhism has brought to my life, and for the Dharma family who accompanies me.

There are a few conundrums involving Losar. The first is, of course, the tragedies occurring on a daily basis in Chinese-occupied Tibet, which is a police state where human rights are regularly trampled and freedom, particularly religious freedom and freedom of speech, is non-existent. Most people have heard of the self immolations by monks, nuns, and laypeople, which are sadly the only means of protest available to them, and one of the few ways to bring the attention of the West to the tragic plight of the Tibetan people. In light of this, the Kalon Tripa, leader of the Kashag or Cabinet, part of the executive branch of the CTA, the Tibetan government in exile, has asked Tibetans not to celebrate Losar. You can read about his Losar statement here. So on Losar proper, the very first day of the year, I will be observing precepts, which, among other things means no meat, onions, garlic or eggs, and no meals after lunch. Also, no singing, dancing, secular entertainment or adorning oneself. As much as possible, I will devote myself to religious practice that day. Also, there is no celebrating Losar, only observing.

Which brings me to the other conundrum, which is that the first two weeks of the new year are very auspicious for religious practice, which itself runs counter to celebrating. This one I resolve through my sisters visit. The first day, as I said, I will observe precepts and “fast”, but the following day when she arrives I hope to relax and enjoy her visit. Once she leaves on Sunday, I will be back to trying to keep precepts as much as possible.

My friend TMC of The Buddhist Home started sharing her Losar preparations a few weeks ago. I'd already been thinking about lhakar pledges, the pledges Tibetans make to try to preserve their culture and society in exile. You can read about lhakar pledges at lhakar.org . Some pledge to speak only Tibetan on Wednesdays, His Holiness the Dalai Lama's soul day, or wear Tibetan dress on that day. Others pledge to boycott Chinese goods. In addition to avoiding Chinese made products as much as I possibly can, I decided to finally sew a chupa (Tibetan dress) for myself as a first step. The ready-made brocade chupas for sale at Tibetan bazaars never fit my zaftig self, so it was up to me to sew one or order a custom made one from India. Being perpetually broke, and generally liking to sew, I chose the former. I borrowed a ready-made one from our center, and did my best to copy it. I used a plain navy suiting fabric with a subtle herringbone pattern for the first chupa. I have some nicer fabric, not brocade, but silky navy fabric with a sakura, or cherry-blossom pattern printed on it. I wanted to make the first one out of something I wouldn't be distraught over if I made mistakes, and I made quite a few! I am not an expert at drafting patterns, but I enjoy it. Making this chupa has been the first creative thing I've done all year, and also how I have inaugurated my new sewing machine. It has taken me a week, but it is finally done. I'm working on the blouse now, hopefully I'll have it done today. I think the next chupa will go faster, now that I have a bit of experience. I'll take a bit of a break, though, because I'm afraid I will get burnt out on sewing.

I purchased clementines, a pineapple, and a few pounds of butter for the Losar altar. I also started a few pots of wheat grass, which are traditional and represent newness and freshness. I plan to take one to our Buddhist center. They are growing very nicely. Hopefully I will get a picture of our simple altar and post it here on my blog.

My (Texas) sister is coming on the 23^rd, this Thursday, just in time for Losar, which officially begins tomorrow. So in addition to the traditional Losar house cleaning, I am also cleaning for her and preparing her room. She will get to try yummy Tibetan foods like desi, kapse, momo and sha palay. Her family in Texas only enjoys traditional American-type foods, so it will be a new experience for her. I also want her to meet my teacher at the Buddhist center. Hopefully we can make a tradition of this visit and she can come every year for Losar.

New clothes are also traditional for Losar, so my husband got some new shirts, and I have the chupa. Our Buddhist center has a clothing drive for children in need every year for Losar, so I brought some items of new clothing to donate. I bought things for older, bigger kids, because I think they are often forgotten because “children” conjures up pictures of the very young ones.

Today I make kapse, Tibetan/Himalayan fried pastries, not as sweet as Western pastries, but I have a special fondness for them. They are wonderful for dipping in tea or coffee, and for sharing with friends. Hopefully I will also study, finish sewing and cleaning and be ready to enjoy my sister's visit when she arrives Thursday afternoon. I am so excited!

Well, the headache is gone and I'm beginning to feel guilty about not working or studying, which is my cue to get a move on. Have a wonderful day. May all beings be happy.

Off Balance

It's been unseasonably warm here lately. Beautiful sunny days stir something in me, make me itch to get outside and work in the dirt. But it is way too early to work in the garden. I've planted leeks and parsley indoors under lights, and still have parsley, kale, and leeks in the yard, lying dormant, but the weather is telling me it's spring when it isn't. So after walking the dog yesterday (she loves to walk, in spite of the blindness) I started working on edging the walk and driveway, something we have neglected since we moved in here ten years ago. I made a small dent, but it will take a few more days to get everything in shape, so I have my work cut out for me if this warm weather continues. Other things I thought of to work on: turning and relocating the compost piles and cutting down the growth at the back of the yard. Nothing that will disturb the soil. Checking the long term forecast, I don't see any more days in the fifties, so this may all be moot anyhow.

All this warm weather has got me feeling a bit out of balance because where did winter go? Don't get me wrong, I don't miss high heating bills and feeling like I'll never be warm again. I just feel a bit like Rip Van Winkle, like I've slept too long and fast forwarded through part of the year. Isn't that just like samsara? It's always too hot or too cold.

The puppy wants to go outside all the time, too, and since our yard isn't fenced and she is blind, I have to accompany her on every trip, thinking she has to potty when all she does is wander around, sit on the driveway and scratch herself.

My Texas sister (as opposed to Indiana sister and Arizona sister) called over the weekend, and she has bought her plane ticket for her weekend visit in February. I am so excited! Now I need to start planning some fun stuff to do, and start cleaning out the guest room, which is currently overflowing with the dog's stuff and my recycled fabric stash. Guess where she wants to visit? Trader Joes! They don't have any Trader Joes in Texas, I guess. Don't worry, we'll also be visiting the IMA, Eiteljorg, and Botanical Gardens. Mostly I will just be thrilled to have her all to myself. As charming as her children are, it will be nice to have some one on one time with her. I can't remember the last time we did that.

Heard from a friend who is having back problems and said I'd do some Medicine Buddha mantras for him. This is the second time this month I've made that promise and it got me thinking that I should be doing them regularly for the whole suffering world. TADYATA OM BHEKHANDZYE BHEKHANDZYE MAHA BHEKHANDZYE BHEKHANDZYE RAJA SAMUDGATE SVAHA