Sad joy

Sunday was the day that Lady Diana became Druk Sakyong Wangmo.  Powerful and tender in her formal military uniform. I felt more than thirty-five years of being in her  presence, and that feeling was more than memory. Her smile, her eyes—each time I see her, I feel the Druk Sakyong's heat.  It is tangible in my heart.  I want more of her and more of him.  Khandro Tseyang was radiant and open sitting on her chair facing the dragon queen.  

The Sakyong held up a beautiful red Ashe—full and flowing and alive—just executed by the new queen.  When asked to talk about her role as Sakyong Wangmo, she joyfully laughed and shared her desire to “produce babies” now.  When she said that, the whole room melted and relaxed in joy.

They are both perfect—these two queens. What was shifting?  What was changing?  They are both universal monarchs with broken hearts.  I am universal monarch with a broken heart, and so are we all.  Each moment of impermanence is exquisite and solitary.  The boundaries are changing—old and new present and past form and formless.  My heart holds both the sadness and the joy.  One queen at the beginning of a beginning.  One queen at the beginning of an ending and now on to beginning again.

Disclaimer:  Remember—this is just me talking.  One set of ayatanas.  I turned sixty on August 10 and my view has shifted.  I certainly know this isn’t the middle of my life.  So, I tell myself—Let go and enjoy the dance!    xxoo  Alice