Field Trip to Tibet

My town has a special place in its heart for Tibet. The brother and some other family of His Holiness the Dalai Lama live here, which means that not only does he visit pretty often and we get to see him, but we have a kick-ass Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center that hosts field trips and event and is just a peaceful spot to be. The other day, a group of Gomang monks visited the cultural center, on a teaching and fund-raising tour from their own monastery in South India, and homeschoolers were invited to spend the day with them.

Does that sound amazing? It was.

When you meet someone who genuinely loves and understands children, you know it, and your children know it. My kids LOVED the monks, and the monks seemed to love all the kids, too. The little kid was not at all taken aback the first time that a monk scooped her up into his arms, or the second, or third, or fourth time, lol--she understands that being the center of one's attention is her rightful place in this world. Nobody attempted to scoop up the big kid, who's a little more of a handful, but the monks, not many of whom could share many words in conversation with her, seemed to appreciate how seriously she took each of the projects that they all did together.

They made little prayer flags together:

--which the little kid ended up wearing:

She picked out her favorite tutu, tights, and tap shoes for this special occasion, and only barely let me add a little translation guide to her nametag.

The sand art was a huge hit. This one monk in particular spent the longest time focusing with the big kid on the technique involved in the practice, and my usually VERY prickly around strangers little kid just took it all in stride:

My most favorite part of this day, however, is checking back in with the kid several minutes later and finding her, lesson concluded, studiously drawing away with her sand tools with her instructor, like any proud mommy, snapping photo after photo:

The little kid also got the hang of sand art:

The kids also got to try "butter sculpture" with the monks, although thankfully they used play dough instead of butter.

Guess who made these?

Not us! Although the monk who created the horse, above, did give his creation to the big kid at the end of the day. She was THRILLED. Of course, I like the horse that she created even more:

After the exciting morning, there was a break for lunch, after which the monks intended to do some chanting and dancing and other performances for us. I contemplated leaving at lunch, because chanting and ceremonial dance can sometimes be a little, um...slow.

Ultimately, I opted to stay, which was a VERY smart choice, because among the performances that the monks wanted to show us was something called The Snow Lion Dance. First, a monk enchanted the children with a description of the mythical snow lion. Then, from out of another room and into the performance space, danced--

--The Snow Lion!!! All the children were absolutely hysterical with delight (I thought it was pretty awesome, too). The Snow Lion danced around to the music of the drum and cymbal, then as the music slowed down it lay down and was about to fall asleep. Just as its eyes drifted shut, the music hit another crescendo, and the snow lion shot awake and bounded up to dance some more while the kids all lost their minds with delight. Showing a very astute understanding of its audience, the snow lion repeated these moves several times, and the kids shrieked and laughed just as hard every single time.

All the children were sitting in a large group on the floor of the hall, with adults around the perimeter. In the next part of the dance, all of a sudden the Snow Lion leapt and danced right into the middle of the group of children. The children scattered, screaming and laughing and tumbling all over each other, only to race right back when the Snow Lion settled down amongst them and almost fell asleep again:

The children patted the Snow Lion as it drifted off, but then the music hit another crescendo, and the Snow Lion leapt to its feet and scattered the children again. The children all shrieked and ran around as the Snow Lion danced blissfully in their midst. At one point my big kid couldn't get away in time and I watched the Snow Lion turn in a circle with her directly underneath it doing her best duck-and-cover between its front and back legs.

It was basically the best time that they'd ever had in their lives.

We don't do as much "peace work" together as the kids did at Montessori, and I'm not a good peaceful role model: I scream sometimes, I sometimes blame other people for things that are definitely my own fault, I don't give enough money to charity, I rarely make eye contact with those with whom I am not intimate. But I want my children to be peaceful, and to want peace for others. I want my children to hate war, to fight injustice, to love peacemakers. I want them to be able to find Tibet on the map:

On this day, I did a good job with that.

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