Arrival at Dhamma Shringar
The road here was nothing like I expected.
Nepal roads don’t follow rules the way I’m used to.
No traffic lights.
No neat order.
Just drivers reading the flow, taking chances, trusting instinct.
At times it felt chaotic, even scary.
The driver would fasten his seatbelt… then release it… then fasten it again.
I found myself watching the road closely, half amused, half alert, reminding myself to breathe. 😂
In the taxi with me was a couple from the USA. We exchanged a simple hello, where-we’re-from and then drifted into quiet. My attention returned to the road, because here, the road demands presence.
And then, before reaching the centre, I saw it.
The stupa.
Simple. Still. Grounded.
Like a Buddhist temple rising calmly out of everything unpredictable around it.
My heart softened instantly.
Something in me knew: this is where I’m meant to be.
Registration was smooth. There are many participants, more than I imagined; all gathered here with their own stories, their own reasons, their own quiet hopes.
I haven’t yet deposited my valuables; I stepped away briefly to the office to get their wifi to send this final message while I still can.
The next ten days will be lived without words, screens or outward connection.
Just me.
My breath.
And whatever reveals itself in the silence.
The day has eventually come, not with drama, but with quiet certainty.
I feel ready.
Not fearless but willing.
If the road here taught me anything, it’s this:
You don’t control the journey.
You meet it, moment by moment, with awareness.
Now, I step into stillness. 🙏🏻✨🙏🏻
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