I'm off tomorrow to the airport, to fly to Bangkok in the wee hours.
Spending the day in Bangkok with supporters, then flying to LA. A supporter will pick me up at LAX and take me to Moorpark (600 Spring Road, got the address wrong in the previous post) where I'll stay until 19th. Then flying to Winnipeg to teach for a week. Then to Toronto for a week, to try almsround in Chinatown, and maybe finally visit Tisarana near my father's home. Then a week in Rochester with my mother, and back LA to catch a flight back home to Lanka.
Yes, this is my home now. I'm settled in that. I feel like I've found my home again after 32 years of searching. Funny, that.
Another noteworthy thing is how I am able to skip around the globe without a single penny in my pocketless robes. It's not a boast, I'm humbled by the support people have shown; if it weren't for your support, this trip would not have been possible.
It's not likely to be an intensive teaching trip, but there are several loose ends I can tie up this way; picking up my books from LA, gaining some closure on the non-profit situation, visiting people who have been major supporters in my work, and so on.
Final note, they will begin repairs while I am gone on this place, and we will begin building new huts when I return. Finally, there is some confidence that the meditation work will take off in a meaningful way. It only took ten years :)
Ah, and that's another thing I wanted to say; I'm not really 32 this year. In December, I'll be 10. That's how I feel now; like a 10-year-old, just pulling himself up to horizon of double-digits; not yet a teen, no longer a babe. That's a nice way to look at this life, I think. I can't help but feel like I wasted the first 20 years of my life; or at the least I somehow managed to break even, to start over with no capital investment. This year marks ten years of sustained investment in a new stock - goodness and the path to peace.
May all beings be happy.