I found this video searching for information about Buddhism in Africa. It tells the story, not only of a Buddhist retreat center, but also of a little African girl and her life. It’s 30 minutes long but well worth the watch when you have time.
My plan was to launch this change in January but my lack of technical know-how created this early inauguration. For all of you dear readers who have followed Rigzenchomo – you will be redirected to my new site skywalker storyteller works (still a WordPress site). This site is still a work in progress. But, you can see […]
This evening, I perform my debut storytelling here in Homer, Alaska, my first paid performance in over seven years. Just wanted to share the flier with you. I will post a few stories here, for your listening and viewing pleasure, between tomorrow and New Years. Til then, let’s give condolences, and prayers, for the families of the children murdered in […]
When I was nine or ten years old, as I swept the living room in our shot-gun house in Panama City, Florida, I suddenly thought, I always was and always will be. I wrote the thought in my diary but didn’t share it because, at that time, I was a devout Catholic and we were taught […]
Although this is a song of the Middle East, the heart of it can apply to all of our countries. For the West African countries suffering from Ebola. For the Ukrainians in turmoil. For the Nigerians being kidnapped and murdered. For the immigrants around the world fleeing their countries because of oppression and injustice. Read […]
It’s time for the Artist Formerly Known as Prince to move over and bow to a new Prince. I discovered Prince Ea on the Facebook newsfeed of a Buddhist friend when I wished her happy birthday. She had posted a video, What No One Wants to Say About Ferguson. From the title I thought he […]
It’s been a while since I took on Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday challenge but this one called out to me. Enjoy. The colors pulled me to the wagon like a moth to a flame, rich red and sky blue scarves hung in the doorway. Golden yellow filigree designs trimmed the coach’s edges. I called out, “Hi, anyone […]
Once in time a little baby cried and cried and cried. No matter what Daddy did, he fed her, he sang to her, he laid her in bed next to him and still she cried and cried and cried. “Oh, please someone help me!” The father begged. And before his eyes appeared a wise woman […]