Robin

I met Robin once, when I was shrine master for a program he taught at Berkeley SC on Gesar of Ling & Padmasambhava. We had to set up for a lhasang, which included a substance that, it I remember correctly, was called chemar. It consisted of 3 kinds of barley, milk, some other stuff, and cut-up pieces of brocade. I was cutting up blue brocade and putting it in this huge bowl with the other ingredients, which had about the consistency of bread dough, and Robin was stirring it with a big spoon and grinning like a demented dharmic Julia Child. I'll miss just knowing he was in the world somewhere. Ngakma Zer-me Dri'med