by Jon Konnerup
This past October, I visited Nepal for the second time in my life. The trip brought to mind memories of my first visit nine years earlier.
I remembered how the smoke and smell of incense permeated the air. Clanging bells, whose purpose was to catch a god’s attention, sounded from different directions. Prayer wheels spun. Angry looking gods made of stone and people lighting candles and smearing flowers to appease them were everywhere. Lines of young men being trained as monks walked the streets as other religious leaders with painted faces offered counsel and raised funds for their temples. Rivers flowed with the ashes of the dead who had just been cremated. [click to continue…]











