It had been three months since I arrived in Dharamsala. My visa was about to expire, and I had to leave India soon. I had tried many times to secure a public audience with His Holiness. I had sent several emails, but each one had been denied for various reasons.  After insisting for a while, I realized that arguing with a monk behind a computer to secure a spot was pulling me away from the true essence of the experience. So, I let it go, accepting that if it was meant to hap

I woke up at 6 am, it was still dark. I grabbed my mala —my Buddhist rosary—and an old radio that would allow me to listen to the Dalai Lama’s Tibetan words in Spanish. I walked there. My “home” is almost at the corner of the temple—just a two-minute walk down a little street, the perfect amount of time to connect inwardly with what you’re about to witness. It was 6:30 am and it felt early, but the main street was already buzzing with movement: Buddhist monks, locals drinking

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The dry leaves covered the courtyard.I saw an ant carrying a feather that was 100 times bigger than its size. I also saw a woman braiding a tree with the endless vines hanging from it... We were suspended in time, in the magic of a parallel world, and that was starting to feel real. During the 5-minute break, we all went to fill our water bottles out of sheer habit. I don’t know if we were actually thirsty or not, but it was something automatic, and besides, it was almost the

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As I sat on my step  watching my neighbor do her daily laundry, I saw an ant carrying a feather almost 2.5 cm long.Thirty times her size? How many ants would fit in a feather? The floor was tiled with grooves. For the poor ant, they must have felt like hills, but that didn’t stop her—the ant kept going... The feather swayed wildly from side to side as if it were dancing. It seemed like it would fall at any moment and touch the ground... but it didn’t. And the ant—stubborn—co