Lately I have been talking a lot about the ‘dakinis‘. I am not sure what it is, but lately the word seems to creep up in all of the books that I read (or listen to). I hear it in conversations. I see images of them hanging up in the shops around the stupa.

Perhaps a lot of my visions of these ‘fairies’ are in a large part brought on by the visions of my imagination. Maybe I just need some way of making sense of all of the chaotic drama that seems to guide me along the path.

Yesterday I spoke of my missed connection with my new pupil. Today the connection was not missed and we managed to have our first lesson. Nothing was taught and there was just a nice conversation and a discussion about goals and plans. It was refreshing compared to the feelings of demand that I sometimes get from some of my other students.

I have photographed this Khenpo before and I have seen him at pujas ‘around town’. I thought that I would initially recognize him and I did. But one thing that I didn’t think of, was that I recognized someone else in him as well. My father.

Sitting across from him and talking to him about the Buddha’s dharma, life, and the mind, it suddenly smacked me in the mind that he looked like my father. A strange combination of my father as a young man but with the round face that he had in middle age. His eyes are a tinge of a different shade, but his mouth and nose and smile are just the same. It was a bizarre feeling and thought process that I hadn’t experienced before.

After departing from his company I took the thoughts a bit further. I realized that when I first was asked about teaching him was the 14 year anniversary of my father’s death.

To add to the current theme, lately I have been contacted by quite a few people from my past that I really haven’t seen or spent much time with since my dad’s passing. I kind of left my old life at a certain point and decided upon myself that there was a time to move on. Now that these people are back in my life ‘virtually’ in some small way, I have found myself thinking of those times quite often.

Perhaps I am taking this a bit too far mentally. Perhaps I shouldn’t again chalk this experience up to the dakinis or my karma. I am sure that somethings in life are merely coincidental. But when is life coincidental and when is it just meant to be?