MARRIED TO BHUTAN IN PRINT AND RADIO:


Wednesday, September 29, 2010

This is Our Life



Namgay painted this mandala a couple of summers ago when we were in Tennessee. He had to get a driver's license and was having a tough time because he couldn't see the signs on the roads. If you live in a place for a while you know what signs to look for. If you've just landed in an alien culture, you have a tough time. I love it that he started combining American iconography in his Buddhist art, his way of making sense out of it all.
While Namgay was experiencing this culture clash he was also becoming addicted to Starbuck's Verona. He'd never had coffee before.
There aren't any road signs to speak of in Bhutan. There's only one road that winds around the mountains; you're pretty much on your own. Signs in Bhutan are religious symbols painted on houses and buildings, prayers painted on rocks, and mandalas like the one above depicting the cosmos: concentric circles of air, fire, water and green earth, and colored symbols within the green symbolizing the four directions. The colored orbits flowing over the water are energy; the blue ones flow east, white ones south, red north and so on.
What's at the center of the universe? Draw your own conclusions.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Worlds Collide

This is the covered bridge on the way to Cheri Monastery. From Thimphu it's 30 minutes by road and 45 minutes walking straight up. That's including a little picnic at the chorten half way up the mountain. Living in Bhutan is like hiding out from the rest of the world, which is kind of fun. It takes me until long after the jet lag subsides to get used to life in the US and make the mental switch. Everything moves a whole lot faster even here in Tennessee. Namgay noticed that American potatoes cook a lot faster than Bhutanese spuds. Why? And we eat faster. People answer phones and e mails faster. Walking and talking. Driving. Banking. Faster, faster. Faster. Faster. Even toilets in the US flush like rocket launchers compared to their Bhutanese cousins. Last night I encountered one at the Cheesecake Factory that made me laugh out loud. It was so powerful! I do love American plumbing, but I like the way life is more minimalist in Bhutan. Not a whole lot of things can traverse the Himalayas. Namgay loves shopping in the very clean Publix supermarket near our house and the ice and water that comes from the refrigerator door in Tennessee.