I did it. I climbed to the Tiger's Nest.
We started early, leaving the parking lot about 8:30 am. It was a rough climb, Sherab was amazing as he just kept telling me easy does it, slow and steady....(think he learned anything at the rehab???). He was so patient, and was an amazing motivator. Wonder if he might consider a job as personal trainer? Of course, he just walked up, like nothing......
We got to the tea house for tea. He told me that if we wanted to get inside the monastery, we had to leave in about 15 minutes. I was exhausted. I was also highly emotional. Not sure where it came from, doesn't really matter. All I know was the tears were flowing freely, and had a strong sense of sadness. I was more of a letting go. Like that moment where the pain of change is just a little less than the pain of staying the same. I knew I had to let go of all of them. Mom, Dad, Tony, Gram, and Jay. And letting go did not mean they would no longer be with me, it meant that I could let go of the suffering of grief. And in letting go of that, I would let them go. And I could go on, having them in my heart to love always, not carrying the burden of what I did and did not do while they were alive, when they died....all that stuff.
So on we went. I had one moment when I told Sherab how I was feeling and I was crying. He could see how upset I was. He focused on Jay, (I had saved some of the ashes I brought just for this occasion), and encouraged me to continue, focusing on what I was going to do. We would go slowly, slowly, and if the temple was closed for lunch, we would wait. And on we went. We met several people along the way. It is a true pilgrimage. And all of a sudden, we were at the steps. I could see the monastery and I knew I had to go. Even if it was closed, I was going. And we went. We got there exactly at 1pm, and Sherab asked if we could just go into the main temple. We were allowed 15 minutes. More steps. We went in, were blessed by the lama, and then I was able to spread ashes from the "nest".
Words cannot describe how that felt. Not even going to try.
The entire trip was 8 hours. We stopped twice for tea, once invited by some Nepalese followers of the Lama at the nest.
My trip to Bhutan has been life altering. I am truly blessed.
Namaste.
We started early, leaving the parking lot about 8:30 am. It was a rough climb, Sherab was amazing as he just kept telling me easy does it, slow and steady....(think he learned anything at the rehab???). He was so patient, and was an amazing motivator. Wonder if he might consider a job as personal trainer? Of course, he just walked up, like nothing......
We got to the tea house for tea. He told me that if we wanted to get inside the monastery, we had to leave in about 15 minutes. I was exhausted. I was also highly emotional. Not sure where it came from, doesn't really matter. All I know was the tears were flowing freely, and had a strong sense of sadness. I was more of a letting go. Like that moment where the pain of change is just a little less than the pain of staying the same. I knew I had to let go of all of them. Mom, Dad, Tony, Gram, and Jay. And letting go did not mean they would no longer be with me, it meant that I could let go of the suffering of grief. And in letting go of that, I would let them go. And I could go on, having them in my heart to love always, not carrying the burden of what I did and did not do while they were alive, when they died....all that stuff.
So on we went. I had one moment when I told Sherab how I was feeling and I was crying. He could see how upset I was. He focused on Jay, (I had saved some of the ashes I brought just for this occasion), and encouraged me to continue, focusing on what I was going to do. We would go slowly, slowly, and if the temple was closed for lunch, we would wait. And on we went. We met several people along the way. It is a true pilgrimage. And all of a sudden, we were at the steps. I could see the monastery and I knew I had to go. Even if it was closed, I was going. And we went. We got there exactly at 1pm, and Sherab asked if we could just go into the main temple. We were allowed 15 minutes. More steps. We went in, were blessed by the lama, and then I was able to spread ashes from the "nest".
Words cannot describe how that felt. Not even going to try.
The entire trip was 8 hours. We stopped twice for tea, once invited by some Nepalese followers of the Lama at the nest.
My trip to Bhutan has been life altering. I am truly blessed.
Namaste.
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