November 30, 2007
Lhasa, Tibet
Or rather the roof top. I am really excited about being this far out, being this high up, being so far out to the edge. I can’t help but feel that we would learn something about ourselves as we push the limits of our comfort level, as we rearrange what currently constructs our world.
So far, I think I love this edge. This little corner of the world.
The children of the pilgrims beg for money often when they see foreigners and they are hard to shake off. They follow you around for a good long while and they hold up what money they have already been given in their hands as they ask you for more. This one boy who would not leave me alone kept on asking for a dollar and I say to him, “You already have money!” He would smile, shrug his shoulder and ask again. Its sad when children have to beg. But it feel more like a game to them than anything real. It is not that I am against charity but how do you give and still help them to help themselves at the same time?
