No dharma fluke. Connection. Once, walking down the street in L.A. with Lama Tharchin Rinpoche, we passed this woman going the other way. She was maybe 50, blonde, slight. He stopped walking and turned his head for a moment, then turned back and held my hand as we walked. I asked him what that was about and he said "She was once my teacher." Our connections are sometimes recognized by those who can recognize. You were recognized.
No dharma fluke. Connection. Once, walking down the street in L.A. with Lama Tharchin Rinpoche, we passed this woman going the other way. She was maybe 50, blonde, slight. He stopped walking and turned his head for a moment, then turned back and held my hand as we walked. I asked him what that was about and he said "She was once my teacher." Our connections are sometimes recognized by those who can recognize. You were recognized.
Wow Dave. What a moving story. Thank you for sharing. ❤️