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  • my house burned down while i was meditating. from the shrine room i heard the phone over in the kitchen and i knew it was bad news. for me. i had to leave the retreat, drive from the mountains back to the city, meet my friends and the insurance agent at the building. pack up what remained of my apartment.

    green tara on my shrine had saved everything in her radius. my bedroom was exactly as i'd left it, except for the firemen's footprints and the hole in the roof. my neighbors lost everything they had. it was christmas and we were all left homeless.

    i spent new years on amy and megan's couch, watching the footage of the tsunami on tv. i wept at the destruction. the loss. i was safe and dry. i thought i might adopt some kids, bring them back to my city, make a new home together.

    seven years have now past and my path has led to india. in chennai i work with children who lost everything in the same tsunami that i'd watched on a small screen. i teach english. we meditate. do yoga. and dance. 50 of the most radiant kids you've ever met. i am so lucky. they have adopted me.

    -dayamudra, jai bhim international
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