The story I am going to tell on this blog is not just about my 7-day trip to India – it’s more than that.
…to the author of a four-page article in a respected daily newspaper, in just a year.
It’s the story of how I found myself ‘pushing the boundaries’ …against all the odds … never giving up.
You may like to click on my Hebridean blog briefly:
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An Inspirational Journey – Please Join Me
Here you will gain some insight into my writing career. And here you will start to see how I grab every opportunity that materialises in front of me…and still do.
In the post you will read how I wrote about a fishmonger – it turned out to be a life-changing article for me. But what you won’t read is how on a winter morning, three months before the article was published, I walked into our village to ask the fishmonger who was serving in his shop if I could write about him. Minutes after speaking to him I stepped out of the shop, walked across the car park, crossed over the A246 Leatherhead Road and immediately saw two Buddhist monks standing outside the local supermarket. They were begging for food. Being nosey I asked what they were doing!
Tenzin Josh (left of picture) explained it is customary for monks to beg for food when they are away from their monasteries. “The act of giving to a Buddhist monk is beneficial on three counts: the person who gives feels good; the monk gets to eat; and any left-over food is given away to the needy”.
I learnt a lot about Buddhism that morning and how meditation, which takes up a lot of a monk’s life, does not necessarily mean sitting on the floor cross legged with your eyes closed – you can meditate lying down, standing up or sitting in a chair. Being conscious of everything you do – walking, eating and talking can be good meditations.
Tenzin Josh and Tenzin Gendun thanked me for my interest and hoped they had put a ‘comma’ in my day to pause, ponder and reflect. Before we parted company Tenzin Josh said that if ever I was in India to call on him in Dharamsala which is in the foothills of the Himalayas.
I thought a trip to India was most unlikely.
A story I wrote about my meeting with the Buddhist monks was published in the April 2000 edition of the Surrey County magazine.
Please feel free to ask me questions as I take you on my journey.
I hope you enjoy my tale about one monk’s Marmite…coming soon…
PS: Some call it fate, to some it’s synchronicity, others say it’s serendipity, but as I stepped out of the fishmonger’s shop that winter morning, I had no idea that my simple article about fish would lead me directly to the story about Ruth Ellis, the last woman to be hanged in the UK.