Bamboo forests sound a lot like creaking pirate ships with occasional weirder sounds that I can’t identify.
Today, I again was struck by the devotion of the student to the teacher; or, in this case, the kuba (regular monk) to his head monk. Lungpaw Boon Long was determined to keep the legacy of Ajan Satien alive and we were all joined in with him in doing our best to accomplish that.
It was Winter Solstice, so I found myself trying to explain why, even though it’s the coldest time of the year, the earth is actually at its closest point to the sun…
At night, we went to the Karen harvest festival, held in the village’s largest open space (not counting the school yards). The harvest festival was referred by the Thais as being like American Indian celebrations, but I found it more like a typical modern-day American presentation. The pictures aren’t the greatest, but here are some:
Interestingly, there were quite a number of Buddhist monks present, but none other than our group were Kamattan.
(Khun Paw left front, Thip and Lott, Lungpaw Som with lips pursed and some of our monks front row bamboo elevated)