When my son became a monk

 

There’s a saying I’ve heard among some Western Buddhists: to lose yourself, either meditate or travel. What about doing both at once, while keeping pace with your 28-year-old son, whom you named Nathan Dale at birth but who is now Tan Nisabho, a Thai Forest monk? Long gone is the wavy cap of nut-brown hair and thick eyebrows; his gleaming skull appears and disappears like stages of the moon between his fortnightly shavings.

 

On those just-shaved full moon days, Tan Nisabho (Tan Po for short) looks a lot like the infant whose newborn eyes gazed unflinchingly into mine, prompting me to say aloud something utterly unexpected after he was cleaned and swaddled: “Oh! This one’s not going the normal route! A monastic!”

 

 

Full article: https://tricycle.org/magazine/son-became-monk/

Contemplating ones navel...... My Dad warned me about that. Face gaming as well. 

There’s a saying I’ve heard among some Western Buddhists: to lose yourself, either meditate or

travel.

 

So that's why I've been doing a lot of travelling over the years. All is now clear.