Being separated from my daughters is not easy, but sometimes it is necessary to have some time away without feeling guilty. I am currently traveling
It’s pouring with rain outside and my youngest daughter is in bed with a fever. I thought that we had escaped southern Brazil’s winter flu
At the entrance to the temple here at Khadro Ling there is an image of the Wheel of Life, (Skt. bhavacakra), clutched by a gruesome-looking monster
When my mother’s gorgeous fawn pug, Bergamot, passed away, my daughter Amaya was not quite four years old. At the time, I could identify with
In order to cultivate impartial compassion on the Buddhist path, we contemplate again and again that at some point in time, all beings have been
